PERFECT START, BITTER END

Fairytales all start with something tragic or sad, but ends completely perfect. But in reality, Love starts completely perfect and ends very.... tragic and sad and bitter.

 

I know love is not supposed to be straight forward perfect. I know it’s all about getting madly in-love, waiting for hours and hours for nothing, and getting really hurt. But for almost a month, I forgot all of those. That for almost a month and a week, I just don’t seem to care about anything.

I thought that I prove Love wrong. That even for once, we don’t have to get hurt in the end of every relationship, but I was wrong. It was so immature of me to not see it coming. I’ve been aware of this day since the first day we got together; I just didn’t expect it to happen now.

 

I used to be the one who they ask for love advices. Mostly, all of them worked. But now, I realized that not all my advices are going to work in my condition. That even how good I am at giving them, my own advice won’t work on me. And I just hated it. I could help and fix others problems, but I can’t fix my own? What the hell?