''What is love? I tend to ask that question a lot. People say love is really important, if love is that important then why, why do us human throw around the word 'love' so carelessly? But, you do not know love until you live through pain. Until you cry so freakin' hard that you cannot continue the simplest tasks without breaking down. You don't know love until, you make promises you know you'll not be able to keep. You don't know love until you sacarfice anything to be with that person, until you're suddenly crying in the middle of the night. Your chest aches, and you can't do anything but cry harder. Suddenly you relive your pasts and you go through so much pain, until you're used to it. You become oblivion, yet you still feel so alone in a room full of people. You sink into depression, you know you haven't moved on but you can fake that you have. You can fake smiles, you can fake how you're feeling. But you can't fake that you're going to be okay. No matter how much times you say that to yourself, they'll just become lies. I think love is magic, and magic always come with a price. That price is pain, and you chose to pour your heart out. You knew it'll go on the floor, now you're going to live and pay your price. Goddammit, isn't love a powerful magic?''
(My poem)
Rafia