Falling in love happen just like that,so easily but why it is so hard to move on? falling in love is like suicide attempt, you won't live nor you die. You hang yourself between hell and heaven..
When it happens you feel on top of the universe but when the same trust go down ,your pushed from cloud9 you'll fall but you won't die and yet you can't live. When you suffer and finally survive you will fail to recognize yourself ..time will heal but everything changes with time ,ones lost can never be regained. Aftr days will again get set for another suicidal mission..why love is so crazy fun and yet critical?
P.S I'm blogging through cell so kindly bare any mistakes and sorry for wired post just feeling random :)
