They say you only fall inlove three times in this lifetime - the puppy love, the hard love and the love that lasts.
But I had only fallen for you.
You were my puppy and first love.
You were the first person to make me feel love and being loved in return. It was the love that brought butterflies in my stomach. The kilig of confessing love to one another. The constant waiting for replies and talking to each other the whole day. The excitement of every firsts we shared. And falling deeper and deper in love as you get to know the person. The type of love you see in movies where you "try to change a guy" and "maybe i'm different". The love that makes you feel that this is it. This is the one I'm spending the rest of my life with.
But it ended.
And then I fell in love with you for the second time - The hard love.
The love that I thought will conquer all. A love I thought will be worth fighting for because I fell harder for you and when I thought this is already the maximum love I'll ever have for you, i can still love you more. And that's what make this painful. We matured and I thought we were doing things better this time but I was wrong.
It was the love that I wish will be able to teach me lesson because its too painful. It's the live im still recovering from.
They say we only fall inlove three times - you were my first two.
Now, I'm on my journey to find the third love - a love that lasts.
Will it still be you?











