I really don’t know if I’ve been a little too blind, too ignorant or simply too naive to even see what love is in my life or even to me.
…but then again I think my innocence had me looking for love only in the comfort of my own home and nowhere else and my pain embellished fear has forbidden me from taking off the blindfold that has helped turn a blind eye against love for so long because my heart was never really ready to get hurt and actually feel pain.
See…the closest I ever got to being “in love” was finding best friends and promising that I’ll never ever leave their sight.
Dedicating my life to keeping them happy and praying to God that I never do anything to encourage them to leave my sight because I simply know that without them in my life I’ll never survive.
…and the closest I ever got to learning about what love is, was from reading tons of novels on love. Hopeless, I know!
But then you see…my fear of falling in love and actually being loved has saved me about a million times from heartbreak.
Meeting and falling for all these appetizing personas and praying to God that it’s only just a dream and I’d wake up from it or simply accepting that I’m only human and all that is only tailored to happen and that the only way to deal with the situation is to snap out and realize that love is not for me.