a glimpse of what it is

May 19, 2009 § Leave a comment

honey oats

 

I pretty much don’t know about love, neither can I define it well without arguing over the concept in my head. I don’t even know if it can be defined. And, I doubt my ability to carry it out every time even if I knew it inside out.

What I know though, is that when I wake up in the morning to oats with honey and milk mummy makes (she knows her daughter would rather starve than to get food from the coffeeshop downstairs), when the warmth of the honey oats gets into my tummy and the hunger pangs stop, I get a glimpse of what it’s about.

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