Love

Love is letting your son go to a preschool... letting go of his hands, despite the plead in his eyes for you to stay. And while his teacher hold his little hands, you find a spot to look at him without him knowing.

Love is looking at your son, shaking his head while his teacher was talking to him and he is so nervous that he would not say a single word. Well, love is to stand there watching without making a noise even when tears start blurring your sight.

Love is when he look up and saw you from far away... stared for a little while to make sure... then when you wave at him, he replied with the most timid wave along with the warmest of smile.

Love is then to smile and walk away with tears in your eyes.