Belief.

Love is an art of silence. You only know it's real(ly there) when you stop talking about who's the king of the world.

Love is an art of seeing. You can feel it when you close your eyes and see through the nothingness there.

Love is an art of being still. You still taste its motion on your skin across the universe when you are all alone.

Love is an art of believing. Love is an art of sharing silence together, starring at the night sky or the city light, and believe that you both living in a romantic comedy movie with a touching ending.

Love is an art of being human. We are loves  trapped in physical bodies.

When I say I love you, it means I really wanna make you more human. Filthy and sinful, yet pretty,  and graceful.

Take your time, I'll keep up with mine.