In and out of Love!

When you met me, did you know you would love me and then hate me? Did you know that you would be popping the zits on my back and meeting my family and friends and watching me fall down drunk at three in the morning? Did you? Does anyone ever know what they’re getting themselves into when they agree to love someone, when they agree to adopt a human heart and make it part of theirs? We never seem to read the fine print, we never seem to visualize the beginnings and endings of these romances. Love is a big fat middle. The sun is starting to peak through the windows and you’re half-asleep, you’re bleary-eyed but oh my god, it all feels so good. Oh my god, you’re almost there. You think you’re in love. Until you’re not. Until your heart decides otherwise and you get dragged along for the remainder of the ride. “Let me off, let me off!” Nope, you’re your heart’s bitch now. It’s done when it says it’s done. I’m interested in the switch, in the change that occurs between two people that makes them go from “I love you, I need you, oh baby, oh baby” to “I’m unfollowing your ass on Twitter.” How, who, what, when, why? If someone is your everything, the only guarantee you have is that they’ll one day be your nothing. For a little while, at least. Until the dust settles, until they stop caring so much about you which is its own death in a way. Sometimes hating someone is your way of keeping them alive. It brings you comfort. It indicates a passion of a different kind. What’s your limit? How many dead lovers can you keep packed inside of your heart? When do you stop loving and running? There must be an end to all of it. There must be a point where your own heart stops betraying you. Meet someone, love someone, leave someone. Feel things, stop feeling them. Screw or get screwed. Tell someone your darkest secrets and then learn to hide everything from them. Have your protector become someone you need to be protected from. Fall in and out of love. Rinse and repeat. Remember all of the highs and lows and surround yourself with the memories. They serve as reminders that you were once loved. They remind you, good or bad, that you’re worth loving.

what is so magical about "first love" ? even when you are with the wrong person?

What thought comes in your mind when you meet the perfect person and find one little fault in them? Yes you are great! but my first love... you can't be him/her.. why?? why do u think it was perfect when it was not? ever wondered? I think i know the answer.

"The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can never end.- Benjamin Disraeli". You never give up on your first love.

No matter what happens you always ignore the flaws and try making it work. Forgive everything and anything even when u can't take it. Of course there comes a point when you really can't take it and u break up. But that is not the point when you know you've tried enough and now you can't an neither can the person you are with.

You don't know how to manage a relationship in first love so you give it your best and try to change or like somethings you don't like about your love.. but when you are in another relationship you find faults very easily which u probably ignored in the first one.. because one relationship ended anyway who knows if this is gonna last..but with first love you believe..

One more thing.. why d oes the relationship last so long? Because u kept ignoring the flaws so long u keep getting to know each other and start bonding well. give this much time to the right person or the wrong person u will get to know everything about them. It is just that we give up easily on them and won't give them so much time.

Don't give up on anyone for the reasons you have. Love them for you should be the person to make a relationship last, and it requires a lot of effort. You choose between giving up or staying and making this relationship the right one.

What happened - Noor sofyan

I look into your eyes,
but see nothing there.
What happened to the love,
that we use to share?
I reach out for your hand,
and it feels so cold.
What happened to the warmth,
that it use to hold.
I never thought a love,
like ours would ever die.
I never thought you,
could ever make me cry.
It use to be so special,
like a dream come true.
You were the one for me,
and I was the one for you.
Now things have changed,
we've fallen apart.
You're not the same person,
that once touched my heart.
Don't say you need time,
cause time is all we had.
I'm tired of being hurt,
and feeling so sad.
There's nothing left to do,
but go our own way.
The question of "what happened"
will be answered some day.