it's better to have love but lost, than to never have loved at all.
some say it's better to forget love lost, the hurt, the pain, and move on like u have never loved at all.
but i say, every experience, good or bad, is one lesson for me - one i would hold close to my heart. i love, i fall, i stand up and move on... remembering every detail of love lost, and learning every bit.
it hurts, when people change. it's even more scary when i realise i'm the one who changed. to someone i wished i wasnt, a selfish monster i have become. and yet, i like myself this way. if i do not love myself, who will?
do u know me? do u accept me as who i m? or do u simply see me as a possession, a puppet among your collection? is it too much to ask of u to leave me alone? distance doesn't just happen, we drift, it's a bit late to make amends now... do u think after all this, i would trust u again? i don't think so... fool me once, shame on u... fool me twice, shame on me...
would u hold on to a love gone sour... i wouldnt, it's too ugly... i hold on to what is beautiful.. memories...
who m i speaking to u might ask? u, u... or mayb u... or mayb myself? read it as u want to... with ur heart, as if ur eyes r open for the first time, and mayb, just mayb, u wud start to understand my point, and for once, give up the defensive arguments...