Love

• Bella Siauwidjaja
• Short Story
• 2021

Love is a mysterious force which provokes you to commit the most beautiful of things or the most atrocious of things. Love pushes you to your very limits. It brings you pain, yet it may also bring you happiness. It can be least described as a rollercoaster of emotions, a blend of drama, a spill of memories. Love... is love. It can be for your mother. Or it can be for your father. It can be for a friend, or a pet. It can be... for that one special person you are willing to spend the rest of your life with, or that person you are willing to risk anything for. Even at the cost of your own life. Love can make you harsh. Or it can make you kind. It can turn you into a monster, or an angel. Love. Love is a most perculiar thing. It can heal, yet be the strongest poison. It can suffocate you. Love is risky.

Saying this, Love is what can hold people together, but is also a strong wave that pushes people apart. It is the symbol of connection, and the symbol of disconnection. Love can be eternal, but it can end in an instance. Love isn't restricted to religion, or societies or gender or class. Love is for everyone. Everyone deserves love.

So let's accept all the LGBTQIA+ and the INTERACIAL MARRIAGES!

Cause we are all human. We all love.