We roam this world, looking for love, for someone out there. A simple four letter word can make one go crazy. When I laid eyes on my first love, I thought to myself that they were the one, until the day came where I had to speak what was on my mind. That day changed everything. You may be wondering why this chapter isn't about food, well it's because of many reason. Let's just say that I want to get something off my shoulders.
To me, love isn't something that we can choose nor ignore, it just happens. Love could be painful and even deadly. It caused me grief. Some days I couldn't believe what happened. I couldn't even pick myself up from the floor, I couldn't look ahead. The day that everything fell, my eyes shut, tears flew down my face. I couldn't breath. I couldn't think. I wasn't myself.
Love changes people. The fucking word love in itself makes me think of that day. I am here today still regretting what I've said. I wish and I wish that I would've said it sooner. I should've done something. I should've opened my mouth. I should've- well, not everything goes as planned.
I opened my eyes, everything look different to me. I didn't feel the water falling down my face. I could breath, and I thought. I thought to myself. I thought about everything that led me up to this point. I told myself you'll find someone better, someone who actually loves you. When the time came, I couldn't love anymore. All I thought about was that one person, the one who made me smile everyday and made me happy to wake up that morning, all that left me.
Do I still love them? I don't know........
