On Being Wrong

I used to profusely refuse the idea of quiet love.

I believed that love should be expressed loudly. Emotions should be worn on sleeve so proudly. Praises and beautiful words should flow easily.

I used to reject the idea of quiet love.

I stubbornly believed that in loving someone, the fiery excitement is everything; even over comfort and understanding. I would never mind the love being short-lived as long as my skin, my heart, my whole body could feel it burning.

I used to not believe in quiet love,

until I met you.

Usually I hate not being right,

but this time it actually feels good to be proven wrong.

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