Love is a beautiful thing.
Love could have been perfectly beautiful if its love alone.
But love cannot exist alone, it needs two people and other related stuffs and figures which are hard to figure out.
And so complication begins.
If only love could exist alone...
But love co-exist with pain and lies and bitterness.
With those hurting comes pride and jealousy.
And so love becomes a forgotten beauty.
People are people.
We are different.
And not even love could make us alike.
Love could not stop me from hurting you intentionally, unintentionally, and without knowing.
Love could not stop you from hurting me intentionally, unintentionally, and without knowing either.
Love cannot stop disappointments.
And I'm very disappointed with myself for expecting too much.
Its like I was born in an ideal world where everybody and everything meets my expectations and even go further and beyond. Like everything always comes my way.
Until reality bites and it did not stopped there. It chewed me and then swallowed me up and just when I thought that was it... just when I thought I defined pain itself, reality digested me and it was the worst pain anyone could endure... with its torturing acidic formulation and the way a normal stomach transforms the food into shit - that's it.
The ideal world became a chaotic living round substance.
But love remained the unforgotten beauty.
Like the stars at night...
Night is black
Black is dark
Dark is creepy
but the stars remained beautiful.
So as the love I once knew as the epitome of beauty...
It will always be.
And though pain is hurting,
I'd rather feel it than be numb and never see the beauty again.
Fact is... in a relationship...
The one who loves less is in control of the relationship...
But the one who loves more is happier.
I'd rather be happier.
P.S. I can see your flaws, but YOU remained perfect.
(^v^.)♥°(o,o)°