"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love." - Neil Gaiman-
I cannot but agree more.
Yes i've been in love. Yes, its horrible and torturous. It does make you vulnerable in a way that it lets your guard down, you actually gave the person more permit into your privacy in any sorts. It does mess your feelings up a lot, like i said, because you let your guard down, your armor down, and you literally pour your feeling out for the person. That is usually the case, you give them one piece of you, hoping for the slightest hint for any sorts of respond and you usually get hyped up even by their simplest action. The part on "they did something dumb one day" and "your life isn't your own anymore", that i had to agree. You just lost it, because thats when you fall in love.
Thats right people, you dont STEP into love. You FALL into love.
But as time flies you'd realized all of them are nothing but illusions, and its the constant denial of the fact and the neverending lies telling yourself that the person actually cared for you. You then actually would be afraid to approach the person, and you'll hold every muscle back with so so so much reluctance. With love comes hatred and bitterness, with no love comes no hate or bitterness because, as simple as it is, why would you care for a stranger that you dont know? ( Dont argue on that pls, just take it as it is =P ) Then you would spend the rest of your days just around the person, and with the constant thought that "it'll never work out" or "maybe being friends is the happy ending", and end of the day, it boils down to one fact - you're heartbroken....again perhaps.
Bitter isnt it? yes you'd hate love, but you'd never hate love again if the cycle stucks midway forever.
