People fall in love.
Some fall out of it. Then fall in again. With the same people.
Some others fall into pit of hate.
Some work really hard to stay in love.
Some can’t find their way back.
Some got left behind and realized that love hurts.
Me?
I’m in love with the concept of falling in love.
I love glancing at those people. People in love.
Picking up small dust on their partners backs.
Small touch on the hairs.
Unconciously massaging their waists.
Looking around and smile a little when their eyes caught their halves’.
Bickering as if there’s no tomorrow.
Casually brushing against each other.
Ah love.