Love is such a beautiful thing.
The feeling of being drunk and giddy.
It is everywhere you turn.
It is inescapable.
Whether couples hold hands or bicker in arguments.
What about those people who despise love?
The people who don’t know what’s real or what’s fake anymore—
From being lured in this false reality of what’s love.
From people who couldn’t give a shit about them.
It happens to the best of us.
But for those who have experienced genuine love, how is it?
Amazing
I bet.
That’s why the people who have been hurt continuously lurk secretly hoping you get out of your lovestruck fantasy they were knocked out of long ago.