Resumo de 100 Love Sonnets

What''s the mystery behind the act of loving? What does it feel to be in love? Is there really what they call a "true love"? These are only some of the questions that linger in my mind.
love is a mystery itself. You don''t know when it will hit you. It''s a disease. It complicates. It''ll just come like the shadow in the dark, like the cry in the laughter, like the darkness in the light, and like the life in death. It definitely loves what you hate. It''s accepting imperfection. Excludes nothing, no one.
Love is full of surprises! A magic that will enchant you with happiness. It?ll captivate your mind. It can make you go crazy. Like most of the time, you find yourself smiling, babbling words and singing all day, reminiscing of the times of togetherness, and enjoying yourself with love songs. Wow, it''s such a great feeling to be in love! Is that so?
What about the pain? The sadden face whenever there are misunderstandings between the two of you? The tears you''ve shed when you both part ways or the hurt of letting one another go and soon realizing that you both truly love each other. It''s paradoxical, right?
To love is to be true. To be loved in return is the greatest gift ever. How wonderful it is to feel so special. What about unreciprocated love? Unrequited? They say that it''s easy to fall in love but it''s very hard to make a person love you back. It''s true, right? You can never force true love upon the person you like. Not even if you spend everyday with him or her. Thus, love should come together as part destiny and part choice. Unrequited love, however, has its own rainbow. No matter how painful when you are neglected, it doesn''t mean that you have nothing at all to be considered as special. You have your family and friends who will bring back that laughter in your eyes. Or you''ll be able to meet your special someone along your way.
Loving is staying. But isn''t it that it''s hard to stay in love? We are so blind. We''re still trying to search for the right one although we know for the fact that we''ve already found the one. We are so idealistic. We''re never contented on what our hearts keep on beating for. What can I say? We live and die without even knowing what love exactly means.

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