What is love? What is it?
You get hurt, you cry, and they’ll probably not know. And there’s always someone wrong when there’s an argument. You keep quiet, it means you’re angry. You talk, and you say the wrong words. You’re not angry, and he thinks you are. You smile, and he thinks it’s fake. You try making up for it, but you make things worsts. And you don’t know how to start the conversation back again.
You get butterflies. You forget what’s bothering you, the moment you see him. You hold hands because it’s comforting. You hug each other because it gives you security. You know he’ll always be protecting you, and you know he’ll always be there.
All these happy moments, is it only in the beginning?
Why the fck are there arguments in the first place anyways? What’s so fun about it? The thrill or the drama?
I’ve felt it so many times; my heart can’t take it anymore. The pain is really unbearable. Many a times, I thought this isn’t worth it. I should give up.
But I know if I lose you, I’d regret not holding on. I’d regret losing you. So I’ve made up my mind to continue getting hurt and being happy at the same time. It’s hard to fall in love with the right people. And it’s hard to keep a relationship going. You get hurt and you fall down. And if both parties hold on to their egos and refuse to give in, there goes the relationship. It’ll never be coming back ever again. And there goes your friendship.
When you’re in an argument, remember how you started going out in the first place. Start remembering how you met, how he hates you so much in the beginning. And how both of you suddenly got close. How he surprises you during Valentines. How all those moments last till today.
Fixing is better than replacing. That’s how you aim for the long run.