Love is cynical.... isn't it?
Dear reader, Hi, what time is it where you’re at? its currently 1:34 in the pm where I am? The thought has been cruising through my mind for days now and I've pondered its authenticity for quite a long time. LOVE IS CYNICAL...ISN'T IT? lets, see...... I’ve been wondering if any human being has ever truly unraveled the secrets of love and understood it in all its intricacies, you know, when I was sixteen, I thought love was secret love letter and little packets of gift, soft kisses above the brow and late night walks, but at twenty three, I’ve gradually considered the concept of tough love. The kind which you give even when the soft kisses no longer exist, the kind you have when hearts have been broken and days seem longer because the nights won’t pass quickly. We talk about self-love but really, isn’t it more of ‘fear-to-leap love’, and then there’s single and grateful but it’d be more suitable to say ‘single and lonely’. Don’t get me wrong, I know there are quite a select few
