Love, a one word with different meanings. Every people feels love, discovers love, knows love, experiences love and at the same time, hates love, begs for love, dies for love and even get wasted.
Everyone deserves to be loved, I mean we're all equal, why not support each other?
I do hate the word "love" since I was a little kid, but everything has changed. That one person who saw me when I was invisible. She's not what I want, but my heart keeps shouting her name, waking me in the reality that we couldn't expect things we never expected to happen. Love is really confusing, but really, we couldn't explain what true love is---because true love will arrive without you, knowing it.
Have you ever encountered mad love? No, not the kind with butterflies in your belly and a sweet thrill, or even the relationship between two loving hearts. This love is different - it's a poison, it destroys life.
What should you do if the past does not let go? Where can you hide from feelings bordering on mental illness? How do you escape a man who has become your shadow?
No way... It's impossible to escape. It's impossible to hide. Living with it is unbearable.
"You won't be happy with anyone, I won't allow it..."