The Chase

The movies were right, my friends were right, and random bloggers and authors were all right. A person cannot find love if he/she searches for it. Love is an accident. Love is found accidentally at the buffet. Love is stopping yourself from blurting out, “I love you,” because you think she doesn’t feel the same way, but you already know that you’re in love. Love is a memory that doesn’t even exist but you imagine it with her because it’s bound to happen. Love is finally committing. Love is saying the corniest lines in the world just to see her smile. Love is doing absolutely nothing with her, but it feels like an adventure. Love is me and her.

To the man that has taught me everything I know. To the man that has pushed me to succeed no matter the obstacle. To the man that has always put his children and family first. To the man that has made the man I am today. Zoo Siab Koj Lub Hnub Yug. Happy Birthday Dad.