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In Love...

Our life begins with love and ends in love. When we first cry, our mother hugs us in her love and when we die, the poeple who loves us cry in grief. And in between the two biggest love stories, we search for smaller ones.

The teenage is everything for building ourselves. And we may or may not find love that engulfs us in its madness. But if we do find one, there is a fulfillment that teaches us for the rest of our lives.

We may forget friends, family, and people whom we had depended on and prople who depend on us. It completely makes you forget the entire world and stay in the high. But as time passes, life teaches that mistakes that we had committed while we are in the commitment.

And finally, now we were dying to be loved with an enormous amount of hollowness thats been waiting to be filled. Some let life consume it, and others live with the space unfilled.

Very few lucky ones, get the love they were been destined.

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