I love you and you love me. Simple isn’t it? But we both know. We are anything but. Because my love limits at 10 and yours at 100. I give you 9 while you give me 90. And you blame me that I don’t love you enough. As my love is silent as a mute would speak. Lying in every minutes we're together, every meals we chew, every jokes I dare late-night on the bed we share. And your love is a bang of drums, with a shower of kiss, countless bouquet of roses, all the love we make. That’s why you cannot hear mine. You demand me to show more, to give more but I nearly reach 10. I won't explain anything. Because you won’t understand. Even we think we love each other equally, 9 and 90 aren't the same number.  

"There may be two equally good, equally gifted, equally beautiful, but there may never be two that love one another equally well.”

― Thornton Wilder, The Bridge of San Luis Rey