Love is Tinago Falls. The pre-steps were not easy, it requires effort. Control and caution. But even through the trekking, you see beauty. Because like love, we walk into someone's life and it isn't readily taken. It takes effort. It takes appreciation, until such time that we'll get to know them.. even more. The beauty in them like how the sunshine enclasps the greens everytime you raise your head up. How the chocolatey weathered crust of the earth envelops the hideous enchantment of the trees, huge roots. How the loud cry of cows complete the whole fetching-drama of the nature.
So beautiful. Irresistibly enthralling. Until you came to the turning point, wherein your eyes finally had a glimpse of what they said to be 'magnificent'. Tons, earsplitting loudness of falling drench, making its way through the greenish but transparent color of the water embracing the rocks and boulders. And then through it, you see him, the one you loved the most. The person you thought to be the most gorgeous, the most restful, the most intoxicating and the most 'magnificent' of all, he was there. And you know you finally known him. But he was like the water, although ravishing and stunning, he was a little cold. Dropping-deep that your feet cannot fathom. But because you loved him, you swam deeply. Hoping for something to discover. Hoping for something to wander. Never really cared about having cramps or drowning at all. Because he's too special, too special to ignore and too special to let alone. Then after everything, after bathing with his sweet tender water, after being mesmerized by his soaking, consuming life, you know you have to go. Not because you want to, but because you can't stay. You know nothing lasts for a lifetime, but more than that, you're fully aware of something else. Something no one could understand. Because it's forbidden. And just as it is, you walk away. Trek for the second time again and this time, it is painful. More painful because after loving, goodbye will always be tailing.

So even if it hurts, you go on..hoping that pain, like how you said goodbye to the boy you loved, goes away.