I don't really get it when people use 'heart' as a verb, instead of 'love' or 'like'. I mean, since when did 'heart' become a verb? Ah well.
Do you know that if you stay in your homeland for too long you'd start to hate it.
Everything bout it seems to be terrible, horrendous, or just intolerable.
But do you know that if you're away from the one place you call home for too long a time, everything about it'd seem better, more beautiful than it really is.
Memories. They tweak. They change according to however you want them to be. You create them, you mold them, the way you want to remember. Kinda like dough, before you turn them into roti canai (asian pancakes), or gingerbread man.
I don't like a lot of things. I fret about them one too many times. I know it's all real, and we do live in a f***ed-up world. But I still love. Because what is life without love?!
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