people fall in love, people think they are in love.
why do they? why me?
no i don't think i'm in love, i don't even like the process of getting there. it is horrible, miserable, really bitter. it only get sweet, sometimes. just a little little while. it's horrid.
so what happens if you think you found someone who you once dream of meeting, the person whom you always write about in stories, that kind of person who will give you happiness? so what happens when reality doesn't meet your expectations.
you fall and start to wonder miserably. wonder why you knew it was going to come out this way, yet... you do it anyways.
I do it anyways.
Am I made to fall.