Love can be..
just a word.
a prank at first.
you meeting your first love.
sharing a private blog with your S.O.
endless hours/digits on the phone bill.
endless beatings after your dad sees that phone bill.
you having your first kiss in some dodgy/undesirable place.
you and your S.O. making meaningless videos on a very cheap camera.
you trying to hug your S.O. from behind so he/she can’t leave from an argument.
waking up to a text message and realize that you’re in a breakup situation.
your heart feeling the shiver and stress from the breakup situation.
you still realizing that you’re in a REAL breakup situation.
you dealing with the after shock of your S.O.’s MIA.
you dealing with post break up anger.
you unable to deal with that anger.
you unable to accept the truth.
you crying.
you getting over it.
you meeting new people.
you receiving false hope from those people.
you not knowing what to do anymore and just go with the flow.
you realizing that this false love is nothing more than another filler episode.
you looking back at what you used to love and comparing it with your life now.
you running away to a foreign country in hope of forgetting your past.
you realizing it’s been 4 years and nothing has changed, for you.
I can go on but I don’t know what’s love anymore. Maybe love is meaningless, just like this post.
