Love is like a jumble of sweet candies and a cocktail of sour lemon. Yes, there's sweetness but there should also be sourness. Love is complicated. It's too much to handle. It is a disaster. But even if such disaster falls upon you, you would like it.
Why?
Because it's beautiful. Captivating. Mesmerizing. Rapid. Massive. When you feel it, you don't want to let go of it because it's precious and significant and special.
But how come when we fall in love, our heart turns into a wineglass standing in the fury of a storm? Why does our heart feels like anytime it would break? Why does it feels like anytime it would lose its color? Its beauty?
Have you ever felt like your love for a certain person is not enough? Have you ever felt like you're not enough? And when you wake up from that drastic dream, you feel like you should just stop. Just sit right there and do nothing because you know someday your heart would break again.
How you caress your heart deeply into your hand hoping that someday someone would do the same.
When you say to yourself that you've had enough, that you've given up, you feel brave and courageous as if no matter what is thrown at you, you will not falter. You would stay strong and keep you head held high. But love is just too different. We turn into a feather that once will let go, we would fall, we would fall in that hard ground and even though we won't break any bones, our heart would be the one that'll break.
If he turns up to you and say I love you, it'll be hard to believe because before he told you he loves you, you know it's meant for someone else.