Love

Love is a magic. It can make things come alive. It can make the ugliest caterpillar into the most beautiful butterfly. It could change the world so that it will not be dark, sad, painful, and hurtful. It will let you live life simply happy. Everything you see was all perfect. But love is not strong enough. It wil not give you permanent status. It will bring you happiness that you will used to but also can lead to severe sadness you would never expect to. Love has it’s up and down. It always give you clueless questions. And sometimes It will let you experience things you never imagine would happen. Then you will figure out that as times fly your beautiful dream is already turning into your darkest nightmare. Until you find yourself left alone in a world you where breathing. After all you realize that there is no real magic. That forever together is just a word not a promise. And when you start to cope up and move on. Smiling everyday pretending things will gonna be okay. Little by little you learn to face your fear and tear braver, smarter and stronger. When you totally give up in your fantasy and begin to live in reality. Someone will come along to prove you wrong. He we will make you even happier each day. As if nothing happens in the past. He will love you in a very special way. Here it goes you will accept the love you think you deserve. And you believe again in a magic you wish were true. Until it ends up. The magic runs out. The magic spell of Love expired. The same in real life. I wonder if people gets tired of being broken again again? Why do they have to seach for love? Why don’t they just let things happen in a natural way? And how come people choose let themselves believe in a thing that in a first place they knew were just a beautiful lie and has it’s ending.