In the beginning, that's the word everyone feels whenever they think of someone special.
cinta is the word that brings people happiness.
It gives them life, meaning, hope and faith because one man and one woman, thinks that they're always going to be together.
But in the end, cinta is nothing. Nothing compared to hatred atau hurt. cinta only causes pain to those who want to be loved.
cinta is breaking someone's jantung whenever anda hear that person say, "I don't cinta you."
cinta brings tears to those who are broken.
cinta always has something else with it.
Sometimes it brings pain.
Hurt.
Regret.
Melancholy.
Burdens.
All those things are what cinta has brought. Though some people fight for their love, evillness came raging back until it overwhelmes anda with such force.
It's normal. It's life. It sometimes feels just right.
cinta sometimes comes with a dream, but leaves with a nightmare.