Have I?
I don’t know if I’m being too cheesy these past days or I’m simply drugged with the addiction I’m into. LOVE – the whole mess of it. Shout out to those who had finally found it. (Wait! I’m losing the direction of my writing!!!!) I’ve been diving in and out of relationships the past seven years of my life. Bein’ single for more than a year, it was still fun – spending my time with a bunch of freaks and friends. But something’s been missin’.
I had a broken heart more than once, and had broken some of the others too. I cried; they cried. Nobody won; everybody lost. Maybe because I was hurt that I lost the meaning of LOVE. Regrets, plenty. Tears, a bucketful. That’s when I finally decided that I will not cry for some other person again, even if that would mean I have to shut off my heart from that tempting LOVE.
When I realized my fourteen-year-old sister’s having a mess of her time with that LOVE thing, I said she’s too young for it. What does a fourteen-year-old know about it? Or should I say, what do I know about LOVE? Do I know enough that i can say i had found it?
Yes! I thought I found him. And the fear of having to lose again in this kind of gamble is so strong. I feared the day that i might not take it anymore. The day he’ll leave me. But sometimes, I can hear my self say “I wouldn’t mind losing’cause a time with him is worth the price to pay!”
