with you, I'd dance in a storm.

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clarice
25 June

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Want it;
Dream it.

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Awake, but asleep.
Sunday, August 5, 2012

Some people don’t find it enough to love someone who loves them back, they want something more, so they leave to find something better. I really don’t know what is more important. To have someone who would love you and stand by you no matter what, or to have someone with that perfect character you could get along with? Of course, we’re all wishing they would be the same person. But in love, it’s not about finding the perfect person. How then do you decide who you can love for the rest of your life? Once two people falls in love, does it mean they can be together forever as long as they don’t stop fighting for each other?

Love itself, is a very subjective thing. And to evaluate love so rationally as human beings, is just plain impossible.That’s why people choose to follow their hearts, instead of their minds.

I don’t know what to believe in anymore. All these values that I stood by, things I used to believe it…how I painted my own pretty little picture of love and believed in it.. They all betrayed me. That pretty little picture, has become a dark and repulsive picture all painted in shades of grey. Used to believe if I kept on fighting for the things I care about, as long as I don’t stop trying I would be able to keep them by my side. But that’s not true anymore..

You took away everything that I believed in, took away my hopes. It’s not only about love, but about the better me that I have been struggling so hard to become.

You broke my heart, and I don’t know why I’m still loving you with all the little pieces.


[♥ clarice] danced at 8:29 PM