missing piece
when we try to understand love, it is not as easy as what we thought it would be. for a moment, we thought that we saw through it with the many encounters we experienced. but it always leave us even more confused or sometimes in pigheaded denial. you heard that no one is made to be alone and we came into this world in search of the missing piece of ours. and we've been told that love is magical and that we should not stop believing and allow ourselves to be vulnerable to it time and time again. with that in mind, we are always on the search for the next best guy. but the next guy doesn't always seem to be best guy and the search continues again.
and then you met him! you googled for tell-tale signs that he might be interested in you. did he look into your eyes? did he touch you in the right way? did he miss you? when he replied to your messages, you read it over and again and wondering if there was any hidden message behind those replies. your mind ran wild with him meeting new mates and all those "stuffs" that he might do. you begin to doubt your close friends if they also had a liking for him too. if they had been going out secretly like what you and him did. finally, this feeling left you feeling insecure, confused and frustrated. but this was not that kinda love that you've been told. it was neither magical nor appreciable. it was a living hell and you just want to get out of it as quickly as you can.
getting into it was easy but the exiting was grueling both mentally and emotionally. so, is it really worth getting ourselves hurt over and over again? or can we really do without love and what difference if we own it or not? does it makes any differences if we simply forget our missing piece and be incomplete rather than spending our lives in search for it?
perhaps love in a big city is just a myth.
and then you met him! you googled for tell-tale signs that he might be interested in you. did he look into your eyes? did he touch you in the right way? did he miss you? when he replied to your messages, you read it over and again and wondering if there was any hidden message behind those replies. your mind ran wild with him meeting new mates and all those "stuffs" that he might do. you begin to doubt your close friends if they also had a liking for him too. if they had been going out secretly like what you and him did. finally, this feeling left you feeling insecure, confused and frustrated. but this was not that kinda love that you've been told. it was neither magical nor appreciable. it was a living hell and you just want to get out of it as quickly as you can.
getting into it was easy but the exiting was grueling both mentally and emotionally. so, is it really worth getting ourselves hurt over and over again? or can we really do without love and what difference if we own it or not? does it makes any differences if we simply forget our missing piece and be incomplete rather than spending our lives in search for it?
perhaps love in a big city is just a myth.