Love? Capital L.O.V.E. Love is a feeling in which we can’t explain by words but by actions, actions in which sometimes often can lead into misunderstanding. Not all those sweet person are in love with you or not all of those people who were sweet towards you have feelings for you. Some of them are just sweet and some of them are just playing around.
Most of us couldn’t see it, right? Sometimes we thought that he has the same feelings as what we have because he’s caring, sweet, gentlemen and many more. Sometimes your heart fooled you just by telling that he\she is in love with you because of what he was showing towards you. Our heart can’t see, keep it in your mind. It is our eyes who can see everything but sometimes even if we can already see the truth we choose to be blind because of the fact that we love them.
LOVE? I didn’t hate it I just don’t like it. Because I don’t want to see those people who went miserable because of love. Does love is the real reason for everything or it is just the person you love? They say love come from various shape and form. Some said that love is the reason why they are alive. But for me it wasn’t. It is your choice to be alive and it is your choice to stop your life. Love is eternal. Love is blind. Love can make you crazy. Love can make you happy.
LOVE?
I don’t know why people used to blame it. All of us have a different perception towards love. We can’t judge others because of it. We can’t judge other’s if they hate it. We haven’t know what they have experience towards it. Love can crush us. Love can destroy us. Love can ruin us. I used to be one of the fanatics of the word love yet when I was about to experience and feel it. I changed. I hate it. Not because I was once broken because of it but because I used to hate myself.
I hate myself for loving a wrong person. I hate myself for believing in lies that someday he might turn back all of the effort and love I have gave to him. Yet I was wrong.
I WAS ALL WRONG.
After what I have done to him, after what I have sacrifice for of him. He just hurt me and left me in the middle of the night crying my eyes out and keeps on finding all of my broken pieces. I am still now living with a broken heart. I am still finding its missing pieces. Yet I am not the same girl he left before.
I am broken.
I am heartless.
I am became Ms Heartless.
