Loving someone could be a curse or a blessing. It could be simply excruciating or a trip to heaven. It could even be both at the same time. The ups and downs, the shouts and the heartbreak, the laughter and the kissing. All of them tasted like poison and a remedy at the same time. Love was a concept for the fools, the romantics and the broken ones. Those who dreamed of a better tomorrow and held their breath the moment the main characters held their hands in a movie.
Love was a dream and a nightmare, the goal but at the same time the whole journey. No one could really define it, no one could put a label on the feelings of the heart while many had tried even more had failed. Hormones or a disease of the soul, a disease yes. A pain that spreads through your body more and more as you realize the hold it has on you.
