We all need love. We actually dreamed about love.
Our love was good, true and pure but got lost somewhere when he stopped fighting for us. At the same time, i felt numb. Because of this fucking pain.
I'm the one who once believed that true love exist but somewhere along the way, i got my heart badly bruised. I questioned everything about love. I even questioned myself if I'm really capable of being loved. If I'm worthy of love.
Why for the first, oh no, second time i was left alone?
This love had left me deep scars in my heart and damn i also lose a part of myself as i tried to let go and move on.
I prefer the kind of love that makes us stable and mature. The love that would grow and accept me with all my frailties and weaknesses.
The kind of love that will never cease to respect, care and love for all that it is worthy.
Why all of a sudden i'm mentioning all over and over again about love?
I questioned why does love existed or if it really existed in the first place. Because in my situation. I, Azarea Riena Hontiverez drowned in
THE PASSION OF PAIN.
