It takes courage to love. Love takes sacrifices to continue and it takes endurance to stay. Love has the power to make your world go round. It has the magic to turn your agony into laughters. However, Love can also torment, torture and kill someone while breathing. It can make people despise being alive. Will you still love the idea of love?

What does it taste like to be cared for and comforted? I'm wondering how it felt like to be loved and valued? Do they really exist? I'm not sure. But I'm curious how it feels to have or find someone who accepts your wholesomeness. Someone who can be your rest in this exhausting world. Someone who can restore your faith in humanity and your sense of purpose. Someone who can understand you without using words or explanations. Someone who can see your soul beneath your wounds and flaws. Someone who can unconditionally love you despite your darkest secrets and nightmares. There are far too many questions floating around, and no one can answer them. In this unfortunate life where the only flavor I've tasted has been sufferings and fears, I'm not sure if I'm still qualified for what they call "luck" and "blessing" to at least cast a glance at what they call paradise in the human world. Some people believe that life is a game of chance. Every day is a risk, and the outcome is unpredictable. You might win a specific battle one day. Some days may be your unluckiest, bringing you too much to bear. I believe I'm still in the latter days, on my unluckiest days. It's funny, but another unexpected thing happened, another disaster arrived during those days. A lovely and worthy of sacrifice kind of disaster. Will I survive this disaster, or will it send me to the literal heaven of the living?