The movie is full of message of love.

The season of love is on.

The heart reawakens and so my innate ability to love
and to live in the embrace of love.

The demanding daily life hinders the passion for love.

Relation becomes so routine-like, dull, and thankless.

I need to back into love.

So I write a love letter to you.

I realize that love is always here and now;

I just need to open my eyes to see what you have devoted to me.

I just need to open my ears to know the deep affection of your every negative criticism and complaint.

I just need to open my hands to do or write out my love toward you.

I just need to open my heart to welcome and expect more hope in the future.

However, compared with big reality, love or romance seems to be a guilty luxury.

But the real daily relationships are mired and stale.

There is no appreciation but more blaming.

There is no compromise but more requiring.

There is no attention but more ignorance.

There is no affirmation but more contempt.

I want to back into love.

I know I need to take the first shot and take initiation to rekindle your fire.

However, no freedom of unlimited imagination is allowed in such stressed and practical space.

And disappointment is always here.

And frustration is always there.

My heart has been hurt and cooled down.
I am sometimes lonely, angry, unhappy, sad, and worried.

Finally, I know I can’t find true, lasting, soulful love from anyone else but myself.

And now I choose to love and honor myself.

I begin to probe into my resources of loneliness

There are still a lot unresolved issues that stand between me and true love.

They are fear for the coming stress; hunger for more warm passion; anger for the uncontrolled; regret for the lost; sadness for the limitation.

All in all, I finally realize that loving myself is the beginning of a lifelong romance instead of expecting someone else or something outside.

Love in nowhere but now and here…I am…I am love. I am the only love I have been hungry for so long.