it’s completely weird, don’t you think? how life can be so amazing. how every little thing conspire behind you, how every little person set a different impact in your life, the way you live, the way you talk, the way you think… have you ever thought about love? about falling in love? have you ever imagine how excruciating is to love someone? no? lucky you. but lucky me, too. either way, falling in love could be good, it can actually. fall in love, to be in love is to be in some sort of ecstasy, funny isn’t it? is to think about that one every second, to have your heart bumping every minute, to want to talk to her every hour and to spent every year with her. but it hurts, it hurts even more when you love alone. it hurts more when you’re confused. it hurts to think you’ll be hurt or hurting. it’s confusing be what I am. to be in both sides, to don’t know where to go or what to do. it’s deeply confusing like what I like, love who I love and wish to fall in love again. for someone different, not for the same lousy person. to wish to unlove someone is wrong and ask someone to stop loving is simply cruel. don’t ask for people to fall in love with you, even though we want to. all that said, I don’t really know the point of all of that. we don’t know. we actually know nothing. there’s only one thing that could save our asses: to fall in love after all.