Falling in and out of love so many times in the past just wore and burned me out in the process. Sure, I miss the thrill, I miss the butterflies in my stomach, and I miss everything that comes with sharing a piece, if not all, of my heart with somebody else.
The thing is, I've been told that love should never be hard to find. I've been (or probably still am) a victim of the cliche saying, "If it's meant for you, it will come," but until when should I wait? Is it a blessing or a curse? No one knows for sure.
I'm not one to shy away from pursuing something or someone I love. I've always loved that about myself — always going after what I want until I get to call it mine. But as I grow older, I realized how it also made me very cautious of people and things that are worth my energy. Is it a blessing or a curse? No one knows for sure.
I like someone, and while I hate to admit how it's been so confusing lately, I decided to pine, albeit not seeing any light from the tunnel I'm currently walking on. But the point is, the thrill is there, the butterflies are there, and my heart is so ready to be enchanted. All I need is a hundred percent reciprocation because I have never entertained half-assed interest. Is it a blessing or a curse? No one knows for sure.












