Love is the vulnerability that subconsciously seeks shelter in your broken heart. The irregularity of being dependent on the other person for surviving the grave consequences that life throws at you.

When it knocks on your door; it knocks you flat. Your lung collapse, your pain increases in intensity. Although it might provide you with pieces to complete your puzzle but it might as well shatter your existence simontaneously.

Love, is like a kid running behind a free kite jumping through puddles, ignoring small pointy pebble stones piercing his sole. Giggling in delight as he gets closer only for the wind to blow it further.

Love, is hard it isn't as routine as basic life amenities. It's not ice creams or video calls or writeups nor songs. It is a constant struggle for survival. It's a desperate attempt to stay afloat. It's an irrational dream to seek.

And, although it might seem beautiful, shiny, and peaceful. It can very much be a knife in your gut making you bleed profusely till you collapse on your own sustained calamity.