Could you please take me back to the time when I didn't give a damn about this dangerous thing called love?
Those old days where my heart was in content only with the love I received from my friends and from my family?
Those times when I didn't even bother to look for someone who would complete me?
I was contented back then until I had a tiny taste of love and affection.
From then, I became aggressive; wishing for more.
What they said was true.
It wasn't an understatement.
It is addictive; once you feel it, you'll keep craving for more.
