I don’t understand love, and I don’t think anyone ever has atau will. Emotion is such a complex thing, and hatred is passionate, and strong, and almost unbreakable – nothing can touch true hatred. Nothing can touch it at all; nothing can touch it but love. cinta is stronger than anything this world can offer, and unfortunately this world greatly lacks it. cinta is something that can affect anyone and anything.
Love also leaves anda irrational – it’s debatable, however, because some people think that cinta can leave anda seeing clearer than anything ever has. But what if it’s possible that it can make both happen? What if it leaves anda so blind, deaf, and scentless… so isolated. But yet you’re the farthest thing from isolated ever. You’re feeling things stronger than any situation has ever presented anda with.
It’s both incorrigible and impeccable at the same time. It will leave anda dizzy and broken, it could even leave anda dead, but yet it brings a life out inside of your soul that has people questioning your health. It brings forth a desire and urge to be with someone, when you’re already with them. It makes your jantung hurt, like a gaping hole in your chest, and it leaves anda so empty and pathetic when you’re without their love.
Ignorance of cinta is something that we all have and cannot deny; no one really can define love, because it means something else to every other person. However, there’re standards. There’re standards to love, that do apply in every circumstance. anda do not cinta someone if anda do not have unconditional passion for them. anda are not in cinta with them unless anda would do anything that it took to guarantee their safety and happiness. anda wouldn’t want to live a detik without them, but if it meant their peace anda would. You’d do anything that it took for their sake. And that’s what cinta really is deep down. But it doesn’t even begin to cover it.
When you’re in love, cinta doesn’t even seem like the BEGINNING of the speech as to how anda feel. There’s no word in any language, no sentence atau speech atau anything that can tampil someone anda cinta them. It’s just… love. anda can’t explain it; anda can’t deny atau change it. Because when it’s there, it’s there, and it’s never going away.
Everything around anda melts. Everything, there's nothing that matters anymore. anda shake, violently, and it leaves anda feeling guilty - love. cinta is uncertain, yet the only thing anda can recognize. It's disguised, but clearer than anything else. It's irony, in summary - cinta is ironic, lebih than anything. Ironic, but beautiful. And that's why I put up a debate, is ignorance really bliss? atau is it something else in its entirety?
Mikey, I am not joking in the slightest. I am not kidding; I am not just saying that. I am in cinta with you, Mikey. And I’d do anything for you. You're really my entire life, my everything. As I've berkata many times before, my everything. If this freaks anda out, atau anda don't feel the same way, I understand. But it doesn't change that this is how I feel. I miss anda every detik of every day, and I just wish anda were here to see it. I wish anda knew. That, Mikey, I cinta you. And that’s all I know.
Love also leaves anda irrational – it’s debatable, however, because some people think that cinta can leave anda seeing clearer than anything ever has. But what if it’s possible that it can make both happen? What if it leaves anda so blind, deaf, and scentless… so isolated. But yet you’re the farthest thing from isolated ever. You’re feeling things stronger than any situation has ever presented anda with.
It’s both incorrigible and impeccable at the same time. It will leave anda dizzy and broken, it could even leave anda dead, but yet it brings a life out inside of your soul that has people questioning your health. It brings forth a desire and urge to be with someone, when you’re already with them. It makes your jantung hurt, like a gaping hole in your chest, and it leaves anda so empty and pathetic when you’re without their love.
Ignorance of cinta is something that we all have and cannot deny; no one really can define love, because it means something else to every other person. However, there’re standards. There’re standards to love, that do apply in every circumstance. anda do not cinta someone if anda do not have unconditional passion for them. anda are not in cinta with them unless anda would do anything that it took to guarantee their safety and happiness. anda wouldn’t want to live a detik without them, but if it meant their peace anda would. You’d do anything that it took for their sake. And that’s what cinta really is deep down. But it doesn’t even begin to cover it.
When you’re in love, cinta doesn’t even seem like the BEGINNING of the speech as to how anda feel. There’s no word in any language, no sentence atau speech atau anything that can tampil someone anda cinta them. It’s just… love. anda can’t explain it; anda can’t deny atau change it. Because when it’s there, it’s there, and it’s never going away.
Everything around anda melts. Everything, there's nothing that matters anymore. anda shake, violently, and it leaves anda feeling guilty - love. cinta is uncertain, yet the only thing anda can recognize. It's disguised, but clearer than anything else. It's irony, in summary - cinta is ironic, lebih than anything. Ironic, but beautiful. And that's why I put up a debate, is ignorance really bliss? atau is it something else in its entirety?
Mikey, I am not joking in the slightest. I am not kidding; I am not just saying that. I am in cinta with you, Mikey. And I’d do anything for you. You're really my entire life, my everything. As I've berkata many times before, my everything. If this freaks anda out, atau anda don't feel the same way, I understand. But it doesn't change that this is how I feel. I miss anda every detik of every day, and I just wish anda were here to see it. I wish anda knew. That, Mikey, I cinta you. And that’s all I know.
