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i’m still learning this process.. again
re-learning
looking back as to how it all happened, i could say, its okay to get lost in love.
i think we all know thats how it is.
we get overwhelmed, feel happy, we feel the extremes
we feel alive, we look up to something everyday
we anticipate the next move
we crave for the unexpected
its okay (i say to myself)
somewhere along the process of falling in love is getting lost.
although... when we do, and one decided to part ways (decided he doesn't want you anymore)
where do the one who’s left, go?
who do i run to?











