The thing about love is, you can't stop feeling that way, in my opinion. Some call it obsessing, some crushing etc. Funny it may seem; and irrational too but we never stop feeling the same way about the person we fall in love with no matter how hard we try to avoid, ignore, forget etc them. Even after decades if we come across them the spark is still there or at least we still feel something for them... I guess it's just that, when it grows old, it's more like the way we want to believe and feel about it not the way it was truly. At times, its just a memory of the person we used to love, an image we had in mind about the specific individual not about how they really were... In the end, we do however control the way we feel or react to certain feelings and emotions/thoughts so we must focus on the positivity and brighter aspects of our situation.
Sometimes it's better to write it all off rather than holding it inside you.
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Wednesday, 8 October 2014
If only we could choose whom we fall in love with
The thing about love is, you can't stop feeling that way, in my opinion. Some call it obsessing, some crushing etc. Funny it may seem; and irrational too but we never stop feeling the same way about the person we fall in love with no matter how hard we try to avoid, ignore, forget etc them. Even after decades if we come across them the spark is still there or at least we still feel something for them... I guess it's just that, when it grows old, it's more like the way we want to believe and feel about it not the way it was truly. At times, its just a memory of the person we used to love, an image we had in mind about the specific individual not about how they really were... In the end, we do however control the way we feel or react to certain feelings and emotions/thoughts so we must focus on the positivity and brighter aspects of our situation.