Love begin when one can’t breathe properly.

Every inhale and exhale feels like fire burning from your belly

There are 8 billion different love stories which end in two different ways

Some live happy ever after some live sad ever after

The difference between the two ways is how one treat his/her love one

Time is so precious no one wants to waste

If someone wants to waste his time with you, well you are lucky

I always saw love as a word

What counts is the action behind it

And what is precious must be treated special.

If feel like nowadays love is now one of those things that has been destroyed but no one sees it, you only see it when you are truly hurting.

They fall for those who have relay jeans and Nike airs.

You get judged before been even known

We no longer date to express our inner feelings

We date for status and to show how “cool” we are

I’m not the first nor the last to say this but am one of those people who gave up on LOVE.

We were the definition of “HURT” when the broke my heart.