Love. Love exists and thrives wholesomely in myriad ways. The love of a mother as she gazes tenderly at her newly-born; the love of a sister as she cheers on in the stands for her sibling; the love of a Grandfather as he relives his own days of childhood through the lives of his grandchildren; the love of a husband as he stands by his wife in the face of all adversity and perhaps the strangest love of all - the love of people like us, fangirls; as we watch from behind glossy computer screens and blurred videos and root on, loving our own oppas until forever. 

We dream on, knowing fully well perhaps they may never come true. We love on, knowing fully well we might just outgrow them in a year or two. We labour over people who might never know us, who perhaps will never see us. Yet we do and so, to continue our dreams and hopes, I present to you;

Labours of Love____________________________________________