A lady lives in an Irish village. She has her favourite vase on a table near by the window. There’s a crack on the top of it, but she still keeps it as it’s one of her past memories with her beloved one who has given it to her. She still takes care of it every day. If the vase could talk it would thank her for her daily care and love, and say that its ugly crack is covered with her love.
The vase however remains to our life. You marry the one you really love, giving your whole heart to that special someone, making him/her your favourite, hence you take care of your beloved one every day. Days passed, months passed, years passed you go through thick and thin. As life is not only about the nice moments and love is not only about flowers, nice gifts, romantic lunch and dinner with candle lights, and honeymoon, you may see your beloved one differently than how s/he was before, you know him/her completely. The bad things s/he has done is imagined as the crack. It can’t be repaired, but your love makes its ugly crack unseen, it covers its ugly crack.
nez, bagus banget post ini, entah karna gw lagi melow ato lagi bermasalah dlm love. tp gw setuju banget. bacanya aja langsung tiba2 jadi sentimentil *sigh*
Kok gw cuek2 aja ya baca ini? Wah da ga punya perasaan lg dong kekekeke…
Bravo! I love your expressions. Your writing style captured me. I’d love to read more.
That’s why it calls “If Love is blind”…
jadi pengen cepet nikah bacanya (loh?)
hehe..
salam kenal ya sist ^^