What's the best part about finding love?
The flirting, the smiles, the hopes on what is going to or bound to happen.
The sun appears to shine brighter, the wind blows stronger, there's one more reason to wake up in the morning.
To face this thing called love. Or the person who provides you with the sheer delight of having it.
But why do some people seem to give up on this matter?
Do they not know how incredible this feeling could be?
Could they not understand that this is what almost every song sung in the world about?
Maybe because they've been let down before.
Maybe because their heart has been broken to too many pieces that it couldn't be whole again no matter how hard they try to mend it.
Maybe they refuse to feel anything.
But how are you to let them be in this game again, this complicated thing called Love?
Is there a guarantee it will always end in happiness?
Is there a guarantee they will never feel lonely ever again?
Is there a guarantee that they will never shed a tear of sorrow, and will always be cheerful, smiling to everyone?
No. Because not only is love complicated, it is unpredictable.
Maybe some people just can't take that. The unpredictable-ness of love.
After all, not everyone has the time for the pain.