'His eyes with mine can easily say what our lips cannot pronounce.'
He was the first boy to love me; but at that time, I had not yet learned the 'Art of Love'. Now that my heart knows how to feel for him, Dad is not here to be loved by me.
Everything begins with when you call him just a friend, then, slowly the eyes catch a passion, the heart learns not to disagree with what you're seeing and then what? You love him! But he thinks you are just his friend.
And when he said Love to him was when he met me and passion when we kissed, I knew he lied but I liked the lies anyway.
'All hearts think that when they break, they never can mend until they learn to relearn how they learnt to love at first in order to love again.'