Love
They say that true love comes in the right time, right place and with the right person. Yes, I agree to that. Love. It’s a dangerous feeling. It’s a risk you’ll never feel you have accepted. A risk that you’ll never know the result. You’ll never know if it’s for forever, long term or short term. You’ll never get a warning. It just happens. Like a pimple. It will leave you with scars or some may eventually heal. Love. How can someone find their true love? How can someone feel it’s true? I want to know. I want to learn how. Such a short word, but why is it so easily forgotten? Why does it fade easily? How can someone wake up and realize the love has gone? How can we love without hurting? I’m a hopeless romantic girl. I watch rom-com/chick flicks movies. I love the idea of being in a relationship. I miss the feeling of being in love. I believe in destiny. In soulmates. Serendipity. I always believe in happy ever after’s. Fairy-tales. Princes and princesses. Queens and kings. And I’ll never stop believing. Though I know for now love is on the other side of the road, I’ll wait for us in the intersection. I’ll wait until our lines will cross and never be lost again. I know someday, I’ll have my own story. A story that I know God will write with us.
