I was drank too much coffee. My lips start to feel dry. A girl in front of me keep on talking. Same shit about love and life all over again.
Then she said: 'Love is a verb, right? You can't just say you love me, and do nothing about it, right?'
I really don't know. About love, whether it is a verb or a feeling. Or an energy, which make it could transform into every kind of things.
Love is a verb, right?
It's stuck in my head. Calling a memory, about a man who claim he loves me. But he only stay. Never hold me, never run for me. Even when I leave. He choose to stay still. Oh, Baby, stay is a passive word.