The Irony...

The moment our eyes met for the first time I was lost. Ironic, maybe, because I never believed in things like soulmates or love at the first sight, and swore never to become the hopeless, dark romantic I am today. Love is the one thing that should never have been invented, but also the one and only pain, emotion, torture that is consistent in our lives, that keeps coming back and that holds people together.

It comes in many forms. Children need to be taught about it by experience from the moment they are born, or they might never learn what it feels like. Those people are the most vulnerable, because they are missing an essential part of their being.

They are intruiging, and loveable. I lost my heart to one. I, the one who has been raised with so much love that I have too much of it. Isn't it ironic.

JojaRodenaLente JojaRodenaLente
18-21, F
Feb 22, 2009