Growing up, I have always been fond of the idea of romance. I always wanted one to be honest and I'd be lying if I said that I didn't give it a chase. None of those chases worked out and for quite some time, I hated it and it filled my insecurities, always wondering if I ever was worth it or whatever the hell is wrong with me. But it turns out maybe it is not my time for something because loving oneself is the essential part of offering yourself and through the years of seeing my friends and peers get brokenhearted it made me realize I dodged a bullet, a barrage of them to be exact, and it is not of something to be rushed because people change their mind in any course of relationship. What seems sweet and cute at first becomes annoying and unbearable after. The thing with annoyance is that it is not a flower that needs watering to grow, it is a weed that will slowly crawl into your mind and you wake up one day you don't like the person who you thought you will love forever. This could also happen in vice versa where they wake up one day realizing they just like you but not love you anymore. You hope to stay and salvage what can be salvaged but more often than not sparks do not return, lost love is the worst kind of love there is because it is never coming back but the what ifs will haunt you forever.
You will soon wake up one day realizing that the one who put the stars on your eyes, is the reason for your darkest days and you have to live with that. Because people change for better or worse and change is truly the only permanent thing in this world.
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