A House of Love

"May Night" by Willard Leroy Metclaf (1906)

I hope love find it’s way back to you.

The love that you had give to others , the love that you think were long way gone. There must be a place where all of the love we gave to others, that weren’t stay within their hearts, were being stored and kept, ther’re not out of this atmosphere. Maybe that place isn’t as large as The Boeing Everett Factory, with ceilings as high as Burj Khalifa. It could be a tiny house on the top of the hill. But still, it’s full of love. Just there, patiently waiting their delivery numbers. Maybe it’d take days, months or years, carried by different people in their different seasons. However, when they’re finally reach your door I hope you’d start to realize that all of your love were not wasted. All of them.