Tuesday, 6 December 2016

I miss you/Hangadon zou diau

So, how did your day go?
Ingkuo no tadau nu di baino?
Commonly, "Oonu no nangangazan nu di baino?"
Did you miss me?
Nakahangad/Hinangadon ko dogo? (hmm.. sounds about right)

Curious about something else. 
Kivaa vagu suvai toondom ku.

I don't think that love is so blind. It is relative and selective. It depends on location, i.e. relative. I'm imagining a someone I fancy all covered in mud digging a drain. My imagination says I still like the person. After a good scrub, okay, I'll say the word 'love'. There you have my not so deep instance of relative love. Go ahead put your love to an imaginary relative love test. But if ever that same person made history calling me names or mistreating me, there would always be a chink on my feeling. I would always want to try grow wings of my own. Someday, I would just fly away. 

Being selective of one's match. I don't imagine a king in my life. I am where I am. 

Love is a habit. It takes faster to fall in love. But like habit it is hard to just fall out of love. Time is always a factor and some resolution. Feeling love can also be a hazard. You will experience putting yourself second if not last and may regret it as a matter of fact. Can't tell nobody not to fall in love. We can offer them good wishes and hope they will do their best to keep love happy.  


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