I choose to believe once that cupid shot the both of us.
He just missed and instead shot two arrows straight to my goddamn heart.
Yes,maybe that would explain why i was so madly inlove,did it?
I think it did,maybe it did maybe it didn't.
Who am i to care anyways,she was happy with him.
And i?
well...happy with me.
All i needed was myself,exactly just me not her not him not anyone,just me.
You know love always manages to amaze me everyday.
The fact that humans was so willing to get hurt exchange for pleasure and was so willing to have fun exchanged for a moment of peace.
I on the other hand found peace in knowing people,or atleast appreciating their features from a far.
Not in a weird way no,in a way that i would know if something was wrong.
Or something happened to make them what they were,today and before.
Well,unike what they say that pain changes you,i chose to believe that LOVE changes you or so the other person.
Isn't that true?,you were never crazy and foolish when u never met the other person.
You never thought twice of going inside the bar without someone getting mad and jealous.
There were consequences yes,and pros too but i never really liked consequences maybe thats why i found love hard.
Love exchange for pain
Bad for bad,good for good
Love or pain?
Such a wreck,then chaos starts and arguing are heard around and you feel like such a mess and start crying.
Then you break-up,and start moving on to find another person to yet again break your heart.
People were so willing to find love and pain exchange for the loneliness to just go away.
It makes me chuckle and sick,its basically two people using each other to find happiness thinking its love.
But if it was bad,why does it feel so good?
You've got the right love at the wrong time they say.
But no,i chose to believe you've got the right love for the wrong person.
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Romansawas it human nature?to love someone who can never be yours? was it human nature to be greedy and foolish no matter how giving you were? maybe it was maybe it wasn't but who was i to tell even when i didn't know my self. when asked what was love I'd...