Seasons of Love?

"525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear.
525,600 minutes - how do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life?
How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love.
Seasons of love.

525,600 minutes! 525,000 journeys to plan.
525,600 minutes - how can you measure the life of a woman or man?

In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried.
In bridges he burned, or the way that she died."
Seasons of Love- Rent


I got rejected for the first time in my life. In the past I've always kept my 'crushes' a complete secret. It's not as bad as I thought it would be. I'm too nice. I probably should dislike. He was quite a jerk to me. But I also probably freaked him out a bit. I don't hate him though. Forgive and try to forget. That's how I roll.

How do you measure life without Love? What is it worth? 


It's midnight so I shouldnt be writing right now. 'Cause i'll write typos, and have bad spelling and make even less sense than usual! 

As confused and lonely as I may feel, I know though, that I am Loved. By my Mum, my Dad, my Sister, my Brother, my extended family, my friends, and most of all by my creator.

"Still you hear me when I'm calling, Lord you catch me when I'm falling. You've told me who I am. I am Yours.

So no matter if I'm going through a dry season of 'Love' I am still loved. By the one who really matters. And no matter what, I'm going to be okay.