“Love is like a rosary because it’s full of mysteries”, this is what I used to write in a slum book during my high school days when I doesn’t have a boyfriend yet (wink wink). But what does love really means?
Just this morning, while having breakfast with colleagues we’re chatting about relationship thing someone said:
Girl 1 : “Love is blind.”
Girl 2 : “No. Lovers are blind.”
Yah right, lovers are indeed blind. Some say there is no perfect human being. But in the eyes of someone in-love there is. We are too blind to see our partner’s flaws. Too blind that even we are being hurt we ignore the feeling and still understand why they hurt us.
For me love is magic. It is the most wonderful feeling one could ever feel. The fundamental of all things around us, be it love for our beloved creator, yourself, family, friends, opposite sex, wealth, power blah…blah…blah..
As time passed by, so many things happened, I’ve met new people, been to other places. I have my own share of falling in and out of love – ummmm… it happened countless time =). Though, they all didn’t work out obviously but I will never get tired of falling in love. You could perhaps think I am hopeless romantic, so what? this is me and there’s nothing wrong with it I believe.
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