It has always been a mystery for me. It still feel so ironic how people describe the feeling of falling inlove. I see no right reason for tears to fall, nor be reckless cause by a broken-heart as they adress. I find it senseless and foolish to be crazy and be head over heal about love. But they say, anyone who don't believe in love are fools. Well I guess you can call me a fool. Because I don't believe it. Not a bit of it. You're in love on your imagination of being inlove. You are inlove in the idea of being inlove. It just takes time to realize that. It will eventually cross your mind one day and made you realize this love is just a big fat bluff. Not until... I got in... In her Dark World