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.