Even before I was a little girl, I thought of love as a sweet kiss on summer breeze. A melting iceberg on the middle of the antartic. A dawn of glittering wilderness. Love is big. Love is enormous. Its does not hurt. It does not like death. It lives on every people. It is not selfish, nor greedy, nor stingy. It is disciplined, it is original. It does exist. It does.

Not until my parents separated. I was left all alone. What I have thought about everybody's favorite topic? What about LOVE? LOVE Is a major nonsense. Love is not at all disciplined at all. It is greedy and selfish. It is ugly. It is small. I dont like it. Everyone hates it. Everyone leaves it. It is stupid. Love is totally blind. It hurts. It kills. It, makes everyone cry.

I lost myself. Out of love. I became the opposite of what I have believed before. I hate LOVE. I hope it just never existed. But I never knew that what had I assumed as my enemy, would be the one who could change my whole view of love forever.

What had been my mistake was forgetting one thing. Love survives because the heart feels what is pure. True love.