love........... lost

Being in love is never easy, is it? Just a minute before you were happily minding your own business, perfectly contented to being by yourself; the next minute, you realize you're in love and suddenly everything else takes a backseat to the person you love.

When you're both arguing, it's not the cause of it that hurts the most, is the fact that you're actually arguing that hurts. A single word, careless or otherwise, from them would hurt more then fresh acid poured onto an open wound.

Of course being in love is one of the most wonderful feelings in the world. You feel as if you're floating on air, and you wear a silly grin on your face each time you hear their voice, see their face, think of them and their mostly silly/amusing attics. They make you feel like the whole world revolves around you, 'cause really, you ARE their world.

Being in love is like an instant jolt of electricity running through your veins. It makes you restless and angsty and perhaps to a certain extent scared, because that person could make or break your heart. Not in the literal sense, but you get the idea.

Some say it's not worth the hurt, pursuing the one you want, and some say a shot at happiness is worth anything. I reckon it's a matter of both. Some attractions are not meant to be pursued, given that it is plain pointless. And some, well, some are meant to be given a chance to see what it would bloom into.

Love has been compared to pruning a rose bush. Do a good job and bragging rights are yours. Do a less then satisfactory job then... You get the idea.

I have no idea where I wanted to go with this when I started writing. So. yea. I'll jst leave it as is.

Ciao~