I blame the children's-books for not telling me how cruel reality is. Especially all the romantic novels for making me assume that love is an easy feeling anyone could pour out their emotions with. But reality will smash us. Wherein, living is suffering while love is loving and hurting at the same time. We believe in the concept that love will make us happy. But love does not guarantee happiness either. It's a risk that anyone is not aware after they enter it like stepping into a dungeon while having an adventure, not knowing the possibilities of danger that may come. And then the time comes that we will regret it, full of remorse on why we made such a nasty wrong decision. The decision of indulging ourselves in the quicksand that love made. And it's hard for us to escape once you are in it. It's the consequences of loving, the reason why you shouldn't enter it in the first place while you still had the chance.
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