When I was eight I used to think that love is like a can of jellybean. Not because of any reason but because I just love jellybean! :) I grew up having enough attention needed of a daughter to a parent. I saw them getting old and growing up as a couple with much love and respect. They showed me what love suppose to be like and how should I nurture it once it hits me.
And then it hit me. Hard. And then guess what? It wasn't like a jellybean after all. It wasn't that colorful. It was suffocating. I was getting disappointed each day. And I wonder if it's the kind of love that my parents were talking about, because they were contented and happy and I wasn't.
Eighteen years later. I thought that love is like a sand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it, and it darts away and the more you try to hold on the more it's making you weak.
I never expected that it would be this hard. They didn't tell me that It would be like hell. They didn't tell me that I have to be strong. They made me believe that it's like a candy cane-sweet and you'll ask for more.
Tell me,is it true?
Tell me,is it too late?
4 comments:
What's happening! It's love month and you're heartbroken!
Yeah! sort of! I forgot to tell you bout something! Will send you something sa FB later! check ur INBOX!
I guess we all experience that when it comes to love :) We just have to hang on :)
Yeaaahhh :(( But It's okay! all good!
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