Love..

     At first, all I knew about love is that it is a very complex thing, something no one can define. It can’t be described in just one paragraph only. I never believed in love, nor did I wanted to fall into it.

     When I was younger, I thought it wasn’t real. I believed that it was just something people talk about but doesn’t exist. I grew up in a chaotic family, full of quarrels, such a disaster! I believed that love was just a temporary feeling that fades away as time goes by, like what happened between my mother and father. Since I was a little kid, I had witnessed how they fight with each other, blame each other for some stupid mistakes, and how they hurt each other physically and emotionally. I have witnessed how my mother cry every after their fights. I have witnessed how my father valued his pride, and since then I told myself never to fall in love, never to follow the footsteps of my mother.

     But somewhere, somehow, I met this guy. He’s handsome, intelligent and rich, yet a very arrogant guy. I hated him so much. He’d caused me pain, bullied me and made me feel unworthy. I even wanted to take revenge on him for everything he’d done. But… who would have thought that things would turn wrong, that I’d fall for him? I thought it was impossible for me to like him. I tried to deny these feelings to myself. But even though how much I hide these emotions, they still show up. And I realized that the more I ignore this feeling, the more it grows, even much more than it was before. Love is very inevitable. I have tried my best to get rid from it, but it resisted, and now, there’s no turning back.

     Because of this guy, I’ve experienced love. Now, love for me had been unfolded. It’s not undefined anymore, because I already defined it myself. It had changed me. Now, i already believe in it.. and for me, Love is... when I met him. It is the happiness that i feel whenever I'm with him. J




#Jai:)