by Demi Bernice
I knew there was something.
Between us was something really strong.
Have we met each other in past life?
Haven’t we?
Was I your wife? Your twin? Your sister?
I am confused and puzzled and tangled with questions
In my mind I would like to ask the wisest owl
In the whole world, or.. at least a person who knows
The answer to these things.
Should I even unfold them?
How come our stories are intertwined into the same fabric
Of the same cloth, of the same color, only of different years?
I have stopped believing in magic when I was 9 but I think I need to believe
All over again.
Well, abracadabra.
What is love if it’s not having straight sleep for 8 hours just to talk to you and meet your timezone?
My timezone eleven hours passed yours.
We talk when it’s noon in your place and dawn at mine.
But still, I know, God, I know, we’re still under the same sun,
The same moon, the same stars, only of different directions
Of different pacing.
What is love if it’s not waking up in the morning knowing I slept over your messages and have to apologize to you and wish that you’re not grumpy because of it at all,
Even if I know that you are, no matter how hard you try to pretend you’re not.
Yeah yeah, you did that to me one time.
What is love if it’s not saying the sweetest ‘I love you’ no matter how grumpy you are.
You get grumpy of me for something I did, perhaps it was falling asleep while you were waiting for my replies,
But the next day you sent me a picture of you and your adorable pouty lips because you miss me
And you’re trying to make up.
Now, that, is love.
If it isn’t love, I don’t know what is.
If this strong feeling I have for you will not be explained and defined as
Love, may it be defined by a 4-year-old or a college student,
I don’t know what is.
WHAT IS LOVE
Demi Bernice
*Unsaid Thoughts of Love, Book 2, will soon be published.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
There are only a few people who had made this book possible but I would still consider them the best, so I’m going to tell them how grateful I am for these people.
God, You have been my rock. I am and will ever be forever grateful of letting me see how beautiful love is and what beauty it does to people.
Beau, you make life ever beautiful than it was before. You’re the reason why I got back to writing. Thank you for motivating me to write. Thank you for being you. Like I always say, you’re the most amazing man. I love you.
And you, who are reading this, thank you. You made my literature alive. Without you, my words are nothing.
Magis!
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Demi Bernice is a graduate of Early Childhood Education but has a mad love for writing ever since 12 and fell in love with books at the early age of 5. She is not only a writer of poems but also fiction and will soon venture to non-fiction books in this later year. (Pen name: The Red Spilled Ink)
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