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They say that the best things in life are hard to anticipate, and even more to predict. They are like dreams. You dont know when they'll start but when they do, you'll just find yourself caught in the middle of it.

It can be both amazing and tragic at the same time. Being thrown into a labyrinth garden surely poses the possibility of seeing roses or dead ends along the path. 

Does love for example, takes us by surprise? Or is like a shadow creeping and closing in as the day starts to end? An emotion as strong as  love I believe is an instant feeling. And although others would contend that love can be learned while you're in the right situation with the right person, I still believe that it is a spark that can only happen once there is a union of familiar or sometimes weird interests. 

But should it actually start with all things that are beautiful? Sometimes, love can be determined by the unexpected presence of other emotions. It is not because one specific emotion isn't strong enough and then suddenly it turned into love. I want to believe that sometimes, some emotions are felt, directed by our minds to cloud a stronger feeling like love. When we deny to ourself that we love someone, we try to recreate another reality by producing another minor emotion to shield what we're actually feeling. It is fear sometimes, We'd rather shun away from the feeling and hide behind euphemisms. Sometimes it becomes too strong that we forget our real emotion and we turn away, we're hurt and we hate. 

When a dream is too good to let go, we'd rather stay in bed under the sheets. We'd rather skip the day and continue dreaming and it is acceptable. Why then in love we cannot do the same? Why can't we just stay with the emotion even if it's just a dream? If letting go is just an option, is it demeaning to stay in love even without the chances of waking up? 

One afternoon, I was under a shade of a tree in a park. And the emotion that I felt at that precise moment, as the light played on the leaves and branches was something that I would forever be aching to see again. It may be shallow,because I can always do the same thing, go to a park and sit under another tree and find that same experience again. But no, that moment is gone and I'll never be able to pull it back from that time. And the worse thing is, I was in a hurry and left that inimitable moment too soon. And so I think I'll never do that again. I will choose to fade with a moment.

 I will choose love.