Love

At 12, i thought falling in love would be a grand adventure, being swept away by a dashing hero to god knows where.
At 18, i thought love is like a Hollywood movie, drama, action, and quite, quite short. (2 hours only and sequels tend to suck)
At 20, i thought being in love is having companionship, doing things together. someone to talk (erm, bitch ) to at odd hours.
At 24, i thought falling in love is never like i thought it to be...

it isnt simple, like how some people would tell you. yet, it is not that hard altogether (like in a dream, you dont know how it started, it just did). But it separates the tough people from the not so tough people.

you have to make difficult decisions, you have to not look back, you have risk it all, you have to defend, you have to stand your ground, you have to let go.

Your heart will expand and maybe explode. your heart will break. your heart will get high, drunk, then into hangover... and then your heart need bitter medicine. and you have to do it all over again, and again.

Love, it will break you as it makes you. and if you have not signed up yet, you might want to reconsider. if you did but it was like a walk in the park, maybe you signed up for the class for 12 year olds. if like me, you signed up already... did the full tour and is somehow, still normal... still in this madness, Congratulations! you have graduated and now is where the real stuff starts.