I just talked to myself, and said:
Nobody said you have to love someone, and get hurt. Nobody said, you have to makes friends and developed it to be come love. And let it grow and grow. I never as well gave any false hopes to anyone to fall for me. I wasn't prepared for whatever the result. I screwed up.I am wondering what really love means.
It is rude and selfish. Lusty and proud. But it is the sweetest thing in this world. It cannot be bartered by any earthly things in this world. As I grow up, I slowly understand, how love, moves and how it affects our lives. How does it gives us meaning and direction.
But sometimes, love as well abuse us. Makes us suffer from the consequences. Now, it even gives me hard time to think what it is.
It is inevitable.
I'm in vain..