Ten years ago, I fell in love for the very first time. Looking back, I can smile, and laugh now. It was crazy, and fun, and very, very young. Back then, I thought and felt I could do anything for love. I was fearless and reckless, and even the smallest thing he did was heavily romantic for me. I was naïve, and unbelievable. I could break walls, kiss the clouds and touch the wind. Even at enormous knock of pain, I stood and stayed in love. I was hopeless, and overly romantic. I was seventeen, and I thought I knew everything about love. Maybe I did.
And so the years went by. I got old, and messy. I rushed romance, played games, and blamed time for all my pain. I fell in love time and again, and lost all the same. I always thought I learned, but really didn't. Until it all came so bitter and painful. Maybe this time, I will learn. After all, a decade of clumsy love should be enough for things to be right..or maybe not. I just don't want to fall, and trip and never want to love at all.
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