If love really means putting someone's need before yours isn't that what we called care? We mistake love with so many things but as for me love means that. It's about someone who her needs are more important than yourself. But how is it when we do that we get something awful in return? I'm in the constant state of loving someone so much that I ended crying myself to sleep. Is that what love really means? You make that person happy but you're not? There are so many questions but why love is mean, love is fragile, love is awful but sometimes love is wonderful, love is cute, love is but her first.
I woke up everyday to my brain imagining her face, waking up to my brain thinking what is she doing now? Right in the moment I knew I care so much for her but is she worth it? I always find myself coming back to that question like how worth is she? Am I making a fool of myself? How I sacrifice my life for her? how I always wanted her to be happy than I am myself. That means she must be really worth it. I'm always not good with confession and I dropped few hints to her. I admit that I starting to really liked her ever since we started spending time together. I always get my hopes high that I end up feeling disappointed with myself.
Why is it always the nice guy who got played with other nice girl? Does it always has to be like that? Is it like the rules of life, or love? Ppl who are nice ended up geting hurt? How mystery is that. I hate to admit but I get hurt too. It's just I realise now that the small little things could hurt you so much than the bigger things. At least you see the bigger things but these little things can torn you even as it smallest as it can be.
Right now I just have to bear with it that someone else could steal her from me but I'm a hopeless romantic. I believe in God's fate so if there's a will there's a way right?
If love really means putting someone's need before yours isn't that what we called care? We mistake love with so many things but as for me love means that. It's about someone who her needs are more important than yourself. But how is it when we do that we get something awful in return? I'm in the constant state of loving someone so much that I ended crying myself to sleep. Is that what love really means? You make that person happy but you're not? There are so many questions but why love is mean, love is fragile, love is awful but sometimes love is wonderful, love is cute, love is but her first.
I woke up everyday to my brain imagining her face, waking up to my brain thinking what is she doing now? Right in the moment I knew I care so much for her but is she worth it? I always find myself coming back to that question like how worth is she? Am I making a fool of myself? How I sacrifice my life for her? how I always wanted her to be happy than I am myself. That means she must be really worth it. I'm always not good with confession and I dropped few hints to her. I admit that I starting to really liked her ever since we started spending time together. I always get my hopes high that I end up feeling disappointed with myself.
Why is it always the nice guy who got played with other nice girl? Does it always has to be like that? Is it like the rules of life, or love? Ppl who are nice ended up geting hurt? How mystery is that. I hate to admit but I get hurt too. It's just I realise now that the small little things could hurt you so much than the bigger things. At least you see the bigger things but these little things can torn you even as it smallest as it can be.
Right now I just have to bear with it that someone else could steal her from me but I'm a hopeless romantic. I believe in God's fate so if there's a will there's a way right?
