I don't know why I'm thinking that Love is a punishment for me. Well, maybe because I hurt a lot of times. I can define the things interrupting the love I want—pride and priorities. Ofcourse now, I really moved and I already accept the mere fact of hurting myself is just a damn bullshit thing in my life. And I will now focus my own on what is needed and to those things that I knew it can make me happy. Telling that I already found someone better is just a piece of crap. I knew I'm already moved but it doesn't mean I already forgot that someone who made me fall. Someone who made me cry, someone I thought my last and someone who made me smile even within only a short period of time. I will never forget that moment of my life. And I know that I will encounter more experiences in the future. But this time, I am too much young to be serious about love. Love is a wonderful word but also a shit thing for me. And that's about the four letter word that have many different meanings and different definitions. What's the meaning of Love for you?
(A/N: Thanks po sa pagbabasa nitong last 2 parts. Vote and comment.)
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