love irony.

Loving the right person at the wrong time, having the wrong person when the time is right, and finding out you love someone right after that person walks out of your life... And sometimes, you think you're already over a person, but when you see them smile at you, you'll suddenly realize that you're just pretending to be over them just to ease the pain of knowing that they will never be yours again...

For some, they think that letting go is one way of expressing how much you love the person...In my opinion, some are afraid to see the one they love being held by someone else... Most relationships tend to fail not because the absence of love. Love is always present. It's just that one was being loved too much and the other was being loved too little..

As we all know that the heart is the center of the body but it beats on the left. Maybe that's the reason why the heart is not always right...

Most often, we fall in love with the person we think we love but to only discover that for them, we are just for past times, while the one who truly loves us remains either a friend or a stranger.


Let go when you're hurting too much. Give up when love isn't enough, and move on when things are not like before... For sure, there is someone out there who will love you even more.

If you've got a good thing, don't fuck it up!
Or ya' gonna be left empty handed. 

I don't seem to understand why is it when everythin' is all good,
that's when it begins to backfire and your heart gets thrown back at your face.
I've been in those positions,  when "one was being loved too much and the other was being loved too little."

I went through being loved too much,
and felt how it was too be loved to little.
It was karma. I realized. I gained. I strengthened. I loved. I learned. 
I became stronger, physically and mentally.

I gathered enough strength to forgive but nonetheless not forget.

Don't get me wrong no one's perfect.
But don't get caught up in your own face,
don't become selfish. There's other people in the world.

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