Love is like handling someone a gun, having them point it at your heart, and trusting them to never pull the trigger. But when they do, you die a little. after a day, you will born again as it was nothing happen. Then, you will hand the same person another gun, have it point in your heart, give another trust to never pull the trigger. And you die a little again. And it will happen over and over again. And you will get tired of this sequence. But you can't do anything because of what they so called "LOVE".
There's one way to end this suffering of yours. It's to break that gun. Then what happen after that? You will give that person a new type of gun. something new. Something different. You'll get hurt again.
You wont notice what's happening to your heart. It's like a sheet of paper. Everytime you die, the paper got a little crumple. The more bullet touches your heart, the more crumple the paper will get. Then, at the end of the day, you will say... "I'm O.K". The sheet of paper got crumpled. You will try to Straight it up again. do whatever it takes to be the same as it was before. You Fail. Why? Once a paper got crumpled ... That paper wont back to it was before.
You'll Give up.
You will live as it was nothing happen. You will be happy. You will enjoy life. Then you'll meet someone. That someone will give you another paper. And you will remember what happened last time. You'll take an extra care now. Then ... It wont work. It will happen again. You'll get hurt. Never realizing that you've been eaten by LOVE.
The Sad Truth is ....
Love? NANGANGAIN NG TANGA YAN!
