Love.

Love. Something that everyone is dying to have. Something that everyone is desperate to find.
Love. Something that is always known as happiness and hearts.
Love. Something that makes everyone high.
Love. Something that makes everyone blind.
Love. Something that makes everything vanished.


Love. Something that can kill you when you lost it. Something that can make you desperate.
Love. Something that is also known as the killer of happiness, the stabber of  heart.
Love. Something that can make you fly high to the sky and suddenly let you fall alone.
Love. Something that can make you blind, that you're willing to do anything crazy.
Love. Something that can make everything vanished that you don't even know what's around you anymore. Make you forget about everything else, until love finally forgets you.

People are obsessed with love but do they know about the aftermath of love? The tears and the heartaches?
People thought love will make them feel more alive, but do they know it can also make them feel less alive when the love is no longer living inside them?
People thought love will make them more confident, but do they know it can also make them feel insecure when the love is no longer burning confidently?
People thought love will make them stand taller, but do they know it can also make them feel small when the love is no longer standing tall?

Yeah, they never know what they never know.