I have always wanted to make a blog of my own. Where my words are masters and my thoughts are slaves which I'd be happy to share to everybody who reads it. Every time I try, I fail. Every time I write, I write of love.
Love?
Its something that I am not sure if I am good at. I know martyrdom, but is it love? I do not know. No one has ever defined love, most have felt it but am I one of them? I do not really know.
I have been to numerous relationships, both gender, and at the end of the day I am still asking myself if it was love that I have with them. I have doubts, love or an intimate companionship. Heartache due to love or was it due to betrayal.
The time I was with them, I think I was in love. Hey, I moved mountains for them. I tricked time just to be with them. I disregarded blood to make them feel they have me. My pay check blurred and it did not matter to me, even til now. I gave my happiness away for theirs. I was, sometimes I am still, willing to take a bullet for them. I longed for them. I miss them. I still feel them, in my lonely nights.
With all those said, and many more left unsaid, was it enough for me to say that I have been in love with them?
Or should I stop blogging about love until I experience it in the front row.
Hush.
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