While drinking my beer tonight and staring at television, I have found something inside my head. Why I am still alone for the longest time despite of meeting quite a few of gentlemen and had a relationship with one of them? Why I have never ended with so called another chance and to be happy again?
Maybe because my love is just like the wind.
A wind that was simply the result of the differences of experience I had in my entire life. No one can hold or own it because it’s just keep on stirring and moving. Yes it will give you gentle breeze but it just passes by.
Like the wind, my love has no definite direction.