on love... no typo error, you're reading it right... on love not in love...
there are times when i want to write 'my own' love story and that's what's happening right now... but... i can't... for some reasons... i'll be misunderstood... so i'll just write something about my views...
love stays. love takes another form but i'm sure it stays... hmmm.. mushy. perhaps this statement will change eventually but as of now this is my own view... perhaps this is the reason why most people do not like to meet or see their ex after the break up... out of fear that the feeling is still there. its still there... love will persistently stay even if the object of that affection is gone... agree? for me its like that. love continues to stay... seems like it has developed a strong attachment to my heart and it doesn't want to leave even if i'm already taking a lot of antidote... as time passes, i get used to it... its there so the best way to survive the excruciating pain that it gives me is to live with it...
i used to think that love is just a chemical reaction... its something that can be nurtured or developed... its something that can be controlled...its just something that human being invented out of loneliness... but i was wrong... its... uhm... i cant define it...
how come i end up writing this mushy note... its because even if im already used to its existence, i still find it difficult to live with love everyday without the object of my affection... don't misunderstood my point... i love but im not in love...
