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a fair proof

love is such a fair proof that happiness does for everyone: everyone deserves to be happy.
you may think that adornments are only for pretty people. we may think they deserve it because they charmed us, while we're dreaming to be one of them.

but, no.

love is a proof that happiness is for everyone. have you wonder -with do all respect, without any intention to insult- why ugly people, disabled people, bad people, or someone who we think hopeless living their life that you met, you know, or maybe random people you see in mrt have lovers? how come they could afford it? ow, really, i wondered. they have someone to hold their hands, to hug, to embrace, or to kiss (yes, it could be an awkward situation if your eyes caught looking at them). i mean, unlikely we don't see them in a pleasant way. we might think that those kind of people don't deserve that kind of adornments, because they... don't look pleasantly in our standard. but, no. who knows, maybe for people who loves them those out-of-standard people are the most wonderful person they love to see on earth? in some point, personally, i can see the miraculous thing in they're eyes. it's a wonderful thing, you know?

love is a crazy thing. it turns down the fact for ugliness, disgust, or needs to pleasure the eyes.

i saw one of my classmate in university picture in facebook. i, personally, think that he's one example of hopeless people who fell to much with console games, card games, too nerd (literally). it wouldn't be a surprising fact that i think he doesn't have charming figure, too skinny figure or pretty face. and.. he's getting married!! who wouldn't happy for it? i, personally, glad to hear that. even some part of me would say: how come he could charm a girl and convince her parents and wondering what that girl see on him? i know, it's too rude. but, no..... it's a wonderful thing. he could afford such a wonderful thing despite of judgements i have for him and i wish for him happiness. that's all. this thought relieves.

see? have we found comfort in our heart beyond profane standards?

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