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Being in love is magical. In its truest moment, it takes over your entire being. It's inexplicable yet it will be all that you want to talk about. It will feel like a breath of fresh air after you've been stuck under water for too long. No matter how I put it, it'll sound like a bunch of clichés strung together. Such is love.

However, it won't always be the case of bed of roses and happy ever afters. After you've come up for air a few times, the water current will pull you down leaving you questioning if the few gulps of air somehow made your situation infinitely worse. Now you're addicted to the air, but he's left long ago. What do you do now?

When you're a teenager, you're made to chase romantic fantasies and happy ever afters. But lets face it: Love is as hard to pull off as it is fulfilling. It takes too much of you when it doesn't work out. And despite having chased all-consuming love for some time in the recent past, somewhere along the way I've changed.

As of today, I'm 21 years and 136 days old. And as much as I'm all for meeting the mythical "the one", let's face it, I'm too young. I'm too young for someone to become my all, already. There's too much learning to do, the kind of learning that is only possible in close proximity of another human, before I'm left tending to one person.

And most importantly, people spend their entire life chasing things for other people, or well, other people. How often are you 21 when you can get as selfish as you can, free to focus on your dreams and fantasies and no one else's. Take a few detours, watch sunsets in solitude, be alone with your thoughts because thats how you'll know you. And you gotta admit, thats some pretty crucial info to have on yourself going forward in life.

I'm sure finding love would be nice.

Just not today.

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Blank Canvas

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How I Met Your Mother vs Friends

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Onsra

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Sensations

PC: lovethispic.com He isn't cute. Cute doesn't even begin to describe half the person that he is. Cute is momentary, flimsy. And he is the furthest from flimsy as one can get. He is beautiful. His voice is beautiful, his laugh is beautiful and the way he looks at me, he makes me feel like I'm the most beautiful girl he's ever laid his eyes upon. He is a blazing flame. And I am but a mere moth. I'll get burnt, I know it. He doesn't promise me otherwise, either. Deciding it will be worth it has made all the difference. I could say I love him, but those three words can never justify the kaleidoscope of sensations I feel when I'm with him. He is all colors in one, at full brightness.

Forever ?

I ,personally, feel that forever is very overrated. Overrated in the sense that , people vastly use it without thinking of the clauses that comes with it The real meaning of 'forever' seems to have lost its essence along the way. 'Friends forever', 'I'll be with you forever' ...e.t.c are the most common ones that falls upon my ears. But in fact, there is no such thing as forever. All the promises and the effect of the words fade away with time. Change is inevitable. It can neither be postponed, nor can it be sent back once it has arrived. It just comes as a strong wind, which gusts away all the promises and hopes of forever. If nothing lasts forever, why is 'forever' even used by the people who can't subside by its meaning? Why take all the trouble of even mentioning it, if you can't act upon your own words? Why promise of it, if you have no idea if you are going to live the next moment or die away ? Why bother ? ~

...I speak my mind =)

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