It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.” ( worrds of my loved sis)
(my reply to her)
But sometimes the love gives you hope in the life, or something to think about, is your muse or makes you smile in the rainy days .... not always but when the love is pure never hurt anyone in the way, because is just the strong love who can makes light into the darkness..
I remember my first love was like a year ago (giggles) however i fall for a cutie guy who stole my heart at once and i never let it coming to me until i was so deep in the hole of love (chuckles)
life is life, like love is love
but the light into the hole of love is just the true about the sentiment the hope and putiry.
