Even after getting my heart broken into a million pieces, I will still not ever give up on Love!
It’s just one of those rare, heavenly, and wholesome feelings to give up on.
It’s just one of those rare, heavenly, and wholesome feelings to give up on.
I mean isn’t it’s just beautiful how your world goes upside down, how half the things start making so much sense and the other half totally stops doing so.
Well, who looks for logic when love is in the air, little things make you ecstatic, the romantic shit you always mocked now just-about substitutes your need for oxygen since you are so full of love in a way that nothing could nearly match.
Love is just too precious!
On the contrary, I always fail to understand why it has to be so consuming? Why it has to be so exhausting? Why cannot it be as easy as ABC?
In order to love why are we expected to let go of innumerable things that mean no less to us!
Why does it always have to be a give and take? A choice between either/or?
There’s love on one side of the table and the other side extends you with offers hard to refuse!
Why can’t we just have it all?
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