The thing about love is that it never gets too tiring, and it never gets old.
No matter how it wears your heart down,
how you swear you won't ever dip a toe in the pool,
you're back, plunging in it, taking in the stride.
The thing about love is that it changes you, moves your soul just a little bit and opens your eyes towards everything that you have to thank God for. It alters your beliefs and erases your education, writes over a brand new set of beliefs.
And even if it hurts so much you start trying to kill yourself, you lick your wounds, look for the next best thing, and before you know it, you're looking at another future heartache.
And you're back in the game, biatch.
Monday, January 19, 2009
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4 comments:
now isn't that the truth?... damn love. lol. it makes us all masochists in some ways noh?? lol
it's a never-ending cycle. oh the redundancy..
@mynewplayground: of course, masochists come in all sizes, shapes and colors. =)
@auxzero: hahaha. emo lagi ka.
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