Love

The truth is I love you, yes I still do. And the inexplicable is: why? Why did I one day, and why do I still do.  Love is exactly that corny and cheesy thing everyone talks about like it has no explanation or deduction, it simply is the most unreliable phenomena that exist.

You were my first love, and if it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t have known the basics of being in love. For that I’m thankful of you. But still it gets me:  how you did it? How did you steel my heart and feelings for just under me?  And what is the magic power you have that makes it come again over and over, without counting the years that has pass by. I wish I knew, oh boy I wish I knew. But there’s something I’m sure no one talks about when it comes to love, simply because they are too afraid to deal with it.

 When you are in love you are already with your heart broken, because once love comes to exist it takes away from you a part of you, a part of heart (which is exactly that part that makes you in control) making it already in two pieces. Once is that way, you know that is only a matter of time till is shattered into a million pieces. Rather is for more or less time. And that’s why every time the person who owns your heart goes away, you get desperate. Is a part of you leaving your inside circle.

 Still, you already did that to me and more, I already had the shattered heart. So how come I still want more and more of you. How do we do to come above that? We survive? Yes that of course we do.

But there’s always that little part from the shattered heart, that now is healed, that stays there to remind you of what that love once was.

Right now my one is screaming out loud, out of my control again.