I'm listening to I Do It for You, one of the great songs my ex boyfriend, now my friend, sang for me in a karaoke room four years ago. At that time, I thought he really meant it when he crooned, "Everything I do, I do it for you." At that moment, I thought I was the happiest (and luckiest) woman in the world.

I still have to admit I was lucky. He acted nobly in our two-year relationship. When he left, I shed tons of tears. We both did. But those were not tears of hatred. They were of love.

Indeed, I'm a lucky dog. In one third of my life I have had a profusion of love from the most unlikely sources. My parents are one such source I often take for granted. Then there is love from my girlfriend whom I've known since her high school, from the client who treats me like I am a queen, from David, the Canadian who "watched" me grow, from Ben, the husband of my dear "Grandma" Mary on the other side of the Pacific, from Tim the great philosopher and thinker I can personally keep contact with across the ocean, and from all other people who have inspired me in one way or another. And I love them, too.

No roses, chocolates, or kisses were exchanged under my name today. But love is still there. I can feel it in this tiny study, my hideaway resort for recollection and reflection.

Tomorrow is another day. Let's make it more livable and lovable, shall we?

End of the day,love conquers.Instead of wasting life looking for who fits our hand perfectly like a glove,we should search for inner fulfillment.Find out who we are,maybe on the quest of who we are, they will meet us there.I swore this year to cry no more and to love me more