xoxo

It started drizzling when we talked about love. And the conversation stopped us from doing what we were intending to do: gym or writing a proposal; they all seemed suddenly insignificant. We started off with 5 people, but after the two left, the 3 continued. 

As I think about us 5 individuals, I see us all in quite different stages of love. One just got into a relationship, one will be engaged in 2 weeks, one is in the midst of a serious 3 years plus relationship, one in the middle of pursuit and being pursued, and one on the verge of completely moving on. 

But, no matter where you are, the thought of love brings you to an exciting place. Words exchanged and thoughts interchanged as we talked about confusion, desperation, the tug war between mind and heart, the fuzzy feelings, the hurt and the joy. 

You can be a scientist who despite of all the serious exterior, likes gentle strokes on you head. You can be a psychologist who is excellent at reading people, but still faces problem reading your partner and even yourself sometimes. You can be the quiet girl who dares to make big decisions when in comes to love. You can be a talker who can't find the words. And all of them are mighty fine.

Between friends, love takes another form. It may not be as giggle inducing nor will it make you smile towards nothingness. But it can be more bubbly and warmer than the other. 

Tonight the stars didn't shine; most probably because the city lights have outshone them. But the rain, even if it was just a little, could not be upstaged by anything. It came when it wanted to, in its stubborn and unstoppable way. Rain, ladies and gentlemen, is fiercely romantic.

It started drizzling when we talked about love. It was a good night.

xo (not the chinese sauce, the other xo!!)