MY LOVE

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Have u ever fell in love?
When was it?

'Till now idk what love is. 

I always think that there is no such like love. People only have lust or something but not love.
Or maybe its just a feeling like adoring or something.

We are human, we have a lot of feelings that we can express or we can't even explain what we feel. And we have a feeling that we called "love".
At first i thought it wasn't exist. But as far as i know, i've been in love with many people around me. So i can say that love is just temporary. It comes and then gone.
And love is amazing but.. mean too..
We can love anyone, and that's what we call cheating when we are in relationship. One person love two people or more. But whose fault is it? Is it our feelings or our ego?

Then, my heart was really broken. No one wants me, or i can say that no one ever loves me back. Maybe cz i just don't deserve it. And then someone told me just wait for the right one.. but 'till when i have to wait? Forever?
That's why i wanna do something to get it. To get my love back. But then someone told me that love is a thing that we can't achieve by effort.
So how we can get it?

Love is counfusing too..
At first i love someone so much 'till i cry etc. After movin' on.. that someone confessed to me. Well.. idk😂

Actually, love is beautiful..
Yeah they are right, we just have to wait even if it takes forever.
Love made me look stupid. I became a stalker, i cried over someone before sleep, i hated his crush or even his girlfrend, i was jealous of everyone that get to see him every single day, my memory was full of his images. And the last one is love made me imagining too much or expecting too much from that someone. And then that imaginary expectation destroyed me so bad.

And then the most beautiful one from loving someone is when u let go..
After through this things we have to let someone go.. or our feelings go..
Starting from stop stalking, stop thinking over him, delete his photos. And just stop expecting from him.
Imagine that he is happy with his beloved one.. imagine his smile. Maybe it's hard at first, but after that u know that someone is worth to let go for ur happiness and his.

And then what is next?
U'll fall again..
For new one, or maybe the old one.
And u might be happy or get broke again.
Just through it and learn something from it. Cz everything is beautiful.

Xoxo.

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