Being in love is always confusing.
No matter who you feel love with. The sacrifice, the worry, the sudden freedom that comes and goes with
the love waves, Every sensation is a mystery itself ! I just hate all this miss for love can never be arranged,
can never be organized nor trusted. It's simply a complex of motivation and stereotyped characteristics
fight with its own legends and morals. I can say a lot about being in love, yet silence is the best action to denote it
