What Is Love?

Mornings are bliss.

Mornings are God’s creation.

Mornings are a gift presented to us for free.

And this morning is definitely one of the greatest gifts to have and to hold.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” he greeted teasingly, standing at the edge of the mattress.

“G-o-o-d morning,” I replied dryly.

Suddenly Billy Ocean’s song came to mind. I used to think that love was just a fairy tale until that first hello, until that first smile, until that first touch. Love...it is to belong to someone. Yup, suddenly life has a new meaning to me.

He approached the window and drew the curtains open. Instantly, the sunlight pierced through the mosquito netting resulting in millions of rays raining into the room.

“Lovely, isn’t it?” I said while letting out a

“Uh...what I meant is,” I paused to swallow, “thank you for breakfast.”

“The pleasure is all mine, as long as you don’t end up with any gastronomical problems.”

We both laughed, at least, I had managed to avoid further probing questions.

He shoved the rest of the piece of bacon into his mouth. “Now…,” his voice was deep as he wiped his mouth clean with the paper towel. “The plan for today is to attend the 11:00 a.m. church service and after lunch, we shall take a slow drive down to Morib to catch the sunset.”

Morib is located at the southern end of the Selangor state and the beach is a perfect getaway for some quiet, peaceful relaxation. Approximately 1 ½ hours’ drive from Kuala Lumpur, Morib is surrounded by whispering casuarinas and swaying palms. The breeze…ah…the breeze…

“11:00a.m. church service,” I echoed and turned to look at the wall clock – it was already a quarter to ten o’clock. I began to drift into my own self again, and for an unknown reason, exclaimed loudly, dropping the cutlery onto the plate.

Now, I wasn’t sure whether it was my sudden outburst or the clanking effect of the cutlery onto the plate that startled