December 19, 2013
Love is a wretched thing. If it was an object that people can hold, it will be red and spiky, hard and unwieldy, heavy and floaty at the same time. It will be something that you would want to have for yourself but the moment you get a hold of it you would wish to be rid of it. This sounds bitter, yeah? Maybe it is. The thing is, to force love is to induce pain on yourself. If you let it be and just sit there, and go on with your life, love can be such a good thing.