What happens next, depends not entirely to you. Whether you eventually stay in the icy cold water and get use to it, or you get out drenched, and before you could reach your towel, a blistering cold winds chooses to blow upon you. What luck. If only you could choose to stay submerged.

Well, whats the old dear.

Today, I shall write a new chapter. A new page. A new book, with a new pen.

Falling in love. It is when you stand still, in the middle of everybody else. With the wind blowing so cold, your hands starts to shiver, and you can’t put your hands in your pocket, because you are carrying your camera, with a zoom lens attached to it. What are you capturing?

Love.

Out of everything else in this world thats moving, people walking across your view, leaves flying around. The bitterness cold, shaking the camera.

You hold your breath.

You stand still.

All set.

At that slight moment you see that twitch in Love, you exhale with all calmness, and snap.

You look down at your camera screen, with a few things in mind.

One, you’ve captured somebodies bald head.

Two, you see Love talking to another person.

Three, you took the picture too soon.

Four, you took the picture too slow.

Five, yours hands were shivering.

Six, you ran out of memory space.

And Seven, Love was staring right at you, with a smile you cannot forget, with her hair in the direction of the wind, with leafs vigoriously swirls in the background, and it was genuinely for your.

And that my Dear,

its Capturing the Moment.

After all that, only one thing was clear.

I thank God, for all the silly position I got myself into, just to capture the moment.

Let it be with my two feet up, and the whole world watching.

I shall always remember that smile, that every single moment, from dawn till dust.

For Dear, you have defy against all odds, you have stolen my heart.

You my Dear, is, my Mona Lisa.

The most beautiful thing to have ever came across my path. And, I’m glad be apart of such infinite beauty.

I owe it all to you.

With the world as my witness,

Hwei Ming