It’s not about them or about anybody else, it’s about you! You’re so afraid of commitment that you can’t think straight. You just think that the other person will appear and magically make everything better. They can’t do that, they’re only human! Don’t indulge in sappy, romantic ilusions that have been imprinted in your mind by hundreds of rom-coms, that’s not what love is about! Love doesn’t consist of boxes of chocolates, drunken sex, pebbles in the window, and romantic kisses at the airport. Love is about sacrifice, about putting the other person first, it’s about the fights you have, the tears you spill, the doubts that somehow creep inside your mind, the late night talks and every other small thing that makes love beautiful. And even if sometimes it may hurt, it may make you insane, it’s all worth it. And if you’re gonna start running from love just because you think it’s supposed to be some magical, sparkly, pink potion that will make you fly above cloud 9 then you’re gonna miss out on an amazing ride through life.
When I first met you, you smelled like nicotine and cologne, I smelled like coffee and old books.
When I first met you, I saw stars in your eyes, you saw pain in mine.
When I first met you, you spoke so smoothly and easy, I was choking on my words.
When I first met you, you already knew I was the one, I denied it.
When I first met you, you were brave, I was scared.
When I first met you, you tried to get closer, I tried to get further.
When I first met you, you wanted to see the world, I wanted to hide.
When I first met you, you wanted to love, I wanted to disappear
When I first met you, you fell in love and so did I.
When you love someone you open your heart in front of them. You give them a part of you that you give to nobody else and you let them collide a part of your soul that only they can destroy. You simply hand them a knife and a map to the place where the can cut your heart and your soul inflicting the worst pain ever. They will let you exposed and lost when all you did was love them. And they let you wonder what you did wrong. What is it with you that makes everyone leave? What’s wrong with you that nobody can love you? To happen once is horrible, but when it repeats it becomes a habbit. That’s when we realize that people you once called a friend or a lover is now a stranger, how memories leave bitter-sweet traces on your tongue, how every step makes you think of them and realize that they forgot you. Who wouldn’t be terrified of such thing?