“Lost love is still love, Eddie. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those sense weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.
Life has to end," she said. "Love doesn't.”
― Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven
My thirst for adventure is unquenchable. It is what keeps me alive.
The adrenaline that rushes through your every vein.
The sweat that runs on your skin.
The expanded distance that you walk.
The thoughts just keep flowing.
You know, your existence is significant.
I wanted to be an archaeologist when I was 12.
Now I know, it is not because of my obsession to Relic Hunter. It is more than just a TV series.
Why do I have this affinity to vast empty spaces?
Probably because beyond the never-ending horizon & emptiness,
Lies enchanting stories beyond imagination.
Beneath the hot fiery sun by the day
And twinkling stars sputter in colour by the night
Above that crackled barren land
The dryness it brings to your skin & tongue
On my bed of stones,
As I shivered and turned my back to the fierce wind,
I understand now, for what I enjoy most
is the idea of possibilities that it brings.
As Mr Imad told us the story of Adam & Eve,
After we waited for the sun to set on the English Mountain.
Separated across the continents, yet, manage to find each other.
I wonder why is the first tale on earth, is a love story. Not the murder of Abel by Cain.
A lost love, meant to be found.
A sun rises, and sets, and rises again.
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