The Aftermath.

I think in the end, love is really just a fickle thing.

You keep on hoping and wishing and needing it, only to lose yourself along the way.

I do believe in love, but right now i feel like love is not meant for me.

Not when the love that i had hoped for as my salvation had broken me, countless of times.

I also believe that first love should be a sweet experience and unforgettable.

Me, being a romantic is currently trying to preserve the sweetness of it, and try to swallow the bitter parts.

I find it being the hardest thing to do in life. Mending a broken heart. Building up a broken trust.

Love is truly a bitch.

How do you find true love, anyway?

I fear to find myself unable to receive but only giving love.

Still, I am without any doubt is always grateful to possess the love from a loving family, and the love from true friends. A few true friends.

It's just, seeing people happily in love, i find myself jealously wondering when will i be able to feel all that.

Will i ever be a part of all that?

Some say that I am desperate. Am I? Who wouldn't want to feel happy and in love?

Aside from being a helpless romantic, i am also a realist.

I know that being in love is not the answer to happiness in life.

I know that I should grow up and maybe be a better woman till the right time finally comes.

Waiting is just such a pain in the arse.