When I was a kid, I used to believe that love was just a fairytale waiting to happen with every frog you kiss, every princess you have to rescue above a tower or perhaps the joy you get in opening every christmas present you receive. It's more of an excitement rather an affection.
Growing up.. I stopped believing in love because things never seem to work out the way I hoped or planned them to be. I gave up with the notion that love is just a heartache waiting to crush you. Looking back I learned the awful truth..
The truth that it's not the excitement you feel or the rush that exhilirates you with every new experience you encounter that makes it love but the magic that makes your heart skip a beat and frantically exert everything humanly possible to make that feeling stay. I never thought I'd be the one to recant all my beliefs in love...I never thought I will, that is till I met him..
Love is a trap. When it appears, we see only the light, not its shadow. I was drawn to him and I felt helpless but not regretful...
But love is much like a dam. If you allow a tiny crack to form through which only a trickle of water can pass, that trickle will quickly bring down the whole structure, and soon no one will be able to control the force of the current. For when those walls come down, then love takes over, nothing in our control can make everything sane.
I was the happiest when I'm with him but I was doing fine before he came. Now that we both know how heaven felt, no one can blame us if we decide to hold on.
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