When I was still a child, I am exposed on different programs wherein I recite poems on the stage. From those moments, I knew that this is going to be my passion, but this driven devotion of mine was unexpectedly honed because of my unforgettable experiences to the concept of the word, love. 

I believe that most people had experienced it more than once in their lives. Some started with a once upon a time, others end with a happily ever after. Mine was neither, as it will never end because it never started.

Indeed, acceptance may be an easy word to say, but it will always be the difficult thing to do. For almost a year, It's like a hard pill to swallow. Every little thing reminds on how much that person matters, Every songs and rhythm reminds on how often you danced together.

There's really nothing much we can do, but to let pain and sadness linger every second. This pain served as an instrument to weave letters into words into stanzas. As I got the hang of it, I was shocked that I made a spoken poetry. At last, those tears, fears, and doubts were worth it. 

After that, writing spoken poetries served as my coping mechanism to adapt and control my bursting emotions. To be honest, after all those poetries that I wrote, up until now, I still have no idea what is love. Is love about sacrificing and letting go or is it all about staying no matter what happens? Is love holding back to preserve a friendship or is it about taking risks?

For you, what is love and how do you deal with it? Comment down below.