All my life I have been running after love. Fell in love quite a few times, and ended up with what? Tears, broken heart, bad memories and a hatred for love.
Sometimes I feel it is me who does something wrong every time. But is it even possible that everytime I can be wrong? Nah, not possible. Every single time that I have been in love, I have gone out of my way to make them feel loved, cared for and respected. To be rejected every single time. I should have actually learnt a lesson from all the heartbreaks and stayed away from this stupid thing. But silly me, every next time I see love peeping from the window, I make a mad dash for it. Only do I realise that its not love, its lust or the game of love when I get kicked in the ass for being so foolish.
Love has always been the most important thing for me. It was always the first priority, the world for me. But then, I guess what you always want, you dont always get it. I think I should jus give up on this pursuit for good. There is after all a limit to which my poor old heart can take it.