L.O.V.E.
You know what love is?
I never bothered asking myself this question long enough to actually gain an answer. I am not really a big fan of emo shit and I tend to just rationalize everything, including that four letter word. Fact is if I were in a beauty pageant quiz show and this happened to be the winning question, I’d probabably give a dictionary based definition (according to merriam - webster blah blah blah) or I’d just say it’s a score of nothing since I also play badminton. I won’t be able to give anyone a sentimental, all from this mushy place called heart type of answer. I think that love, like hate or that pain one feels after losing a loved one, cannot simply be encapsulated through a series of words. It has to be felt to be fully understood.
Or in this one very rare occasion capture it in one shot.
Three faces of love
That in the left is my dad. He’s the rigid type of dad, he does not display affection and is not open with his emotions. We grew up a bit scared of him because he’s the bad cop in the family. The girl at the background is my sister and the little man she’s carrying is my nephew, Jullian. My dad is extremely fond of him, there’s even this running joke in the household that he’d rather kick us all out of the house than my nephew. Whenever I look at this picture, all I feel is love. It pours right out of my dad’s puppy eyes looking at his grandchild, out of nephew’s hand touching his face and my sister’s face smiling like an idiot in the background.
Now, I’ve taken photos of many places and faces, and I’ve seen beautiful photos of places, people and events but nothing has touched me as much as this candid family protrait.
Love is all around you, just wait and see 
