Finally, I reached home after sending the letter. I walked over to my room and opened my laptop. I clicked on the MS word and stared at it for minutes. I placed my right hand on top of my table and moved my fingers rhythmically while my other hand was carrying my chin. 

What should I write about? Love? Friendship? Hardships? 

I placed my fingers on top of the keyboard and started typing. I decided to write something about everyone's favorite - Love.

I started to type.   Love is -

I frowned as there was no idea running over my head. I pushed out a deep long sigh in frustration and scratched my head in disbelief. 'How could you know nothing about love!?' I nagged myself.

Frustated, I searched for blogs about love to get ideas and tried to read them with utmost understanding. Reading each words twice or more really helps a lot.

Love is a sensation (based on physical and emotional attraction) that magically, spontaneously generates when Mr. or Ms. Right appears. And just as easily, it can spontaneously degenerate when the magic "just isn't there" anymore. You fall in love, and you can fall out of it.

I nodded and scrolled through.

Love is the result of appreciating another's goodness.

'Yeah, that's right!' I said as I clapped my hands. 'Is love a choice' I typed in the words and looked for some answers.

'It is a choice (Consciously), but ually there will always be a lust for it, unless of course genetics comes into play.'

Scroll through..

There are certain traits that one might like that will make that choice easier or harder. But it's always a choice to love someone.'

Nodded..

'There is no absolute answer for this. Love can be a choice, but could you choose to love just anyone? Like for example, if you are not a lesbian, could you choose to love another woman? (I assume we are talking about love in this sense as opposed to a platonic love). I also think we may have a lot less choice than we in fact think we have - you would hardly choose to love somebody that you intensely dislike.'

Frowned in confusion.

Aish! Love is a choice.. Love is a sensation... Love is blah blah! I don't get it! I just don't.

'Love makes your heart feel strange inside. It flutters like soft wings in flight. It's like a butterfly. A rare and gentle thing.'

I chuckled through my nose in wonderment. Butterflies in your stomach? That's pretty hilarious. It could just be out of starvation or something, you know? Tss.

Thinking that I would just end up writing up nothing, I closed my laptop and stepped out of my room. I slouched my body on the sofa, switched on the tv and tuned in to HBO. Just then, Leonardo Di Caprio's 'Shutter Island' was playing. I switched off the tv as I am not fond of psychological thriller films and decided to take a shower instead.

Boredom started to engulf my soul and driving me crazy. What should I do? Should I eat? Or sleep? How about I go shopping? No! Ah! I should call Sunny-ah!

"Taeyeonaaaaaah!" cooed Sunny as soon as I got through the line.

"Sunny-ah... I'm bored."  I puffed.

"You got bored?! Wow! We should celebrate it then!"  exclaimed Sunny sarcastically.

"Yah! I'm serious." 

Sunny is a good friend of mine. More like my best friend. I call her when I want someone to talk to or to ask for suggestions on my writings. She's witty and funny, and I like her aegyo so much. But our friends don't and I don't really understand why. 

"Okay.. you drop by my house. Make sure you wear decent clothes, ayt? We're going on a date. See yah!"   Before I complain, Sunny hung up leaving me to wonder. 'Don't I look decent in a hoodie and a jeans?'

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