Love. The one word that leaves me troubled to dangerous extents. The one word that is never off my mind. The one word that makes me want to plunge into it. The one word that has been the sole reason for a million smiles and a gazillion tears. The one word that makes me want to look back and hold out my hand again. The one word that makes me view a prominent face each time I close my eyes. The one word that opens the Pandora's box instantly. The one word which has me praying. The one word that I want out of my life. The one word that makes me want to live. The one word that makes me wish that I was dead.
Inspite of all this, still, I'm in love with the whole concept of love. It annoys me to the core and shakes the very depth of my soul. Just a thought gets me to behave like a rolling stone. Why? I don't want to go back to the same old excuse of being a romantic fool aka a Leo. Even the concept of being a Leo has ceased to make sense now. Poetry still flows and so does frustration, smiles and sadness. Misery and melancholy follow. But still its doesn't take me half a second to take a detour and go back to the start. I guess we are all made that way. Atleast I am.
God seriously has a wicked sense of humour. Makes me go through the same thing over and over and over again. But again, for you, a thousand times over.
They say love is the best gift ever. But again, some gifts are returned unopened.
P.S: When everything is going smooth, I don't know why am I writing this.
P.P.S: I want to write more, but something inside me is telling me to stop.