♥, *Rin

A Princess.

So they know her.


A Princess who loves her Prince so very much.
So much so she can accept all his good and bad and love him for who he is.
No one person is perfect. I see his flaws as good. I respect him; respect his everything. The least I expect him to do is to reciprocate some form of respect add a little bit of L-O-V-E.
An irony to her status, this simple wish was all she ever wanted.


Unfortunately, all he can do is to pick on her based on his own sentiments.
All he can see is her bad and he is blinded from all her sacrifice.
Certain things does not need to be made known.
Sacrifices are not supposed to be known. You know it yourself and that's enough. If people feel it and appreciates the sacrifice whole-heartedly, then all's good. But if people doesn't feel it or does not even appreciate what you've done, well so there.


It takes two hands to clap.
Love is an ongoing process. The relationship will never work when one party gives and the other party takes, or vice versa.


If I have a faith that can move mountains, but not have love, I am nothing.
If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I have gained nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily-angered, it keeps no records of wrong.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
The ultimate love, if you ask me, is two parties reciprocating unconditional love.
In that, both parties seek the divine happiness.


Blame thyself if there is a need.
For neglecting my blood-related kins who always loves me no matter what no matter when no matter how for a warm family dinner, and picking the wrong path which I thought would make me experience a greater height of happiness, a much greater amount of warmth (that no words can define) and satisfaction for the truckload amount of misses accumulated inside of me.

I was wrong. So to speak. In fact, extremely, totally, very very wrong.

I thought he and I would have the same sentiments, same anticipation for today, but I guess it were all wishful foolish thoughts of my own.