It has been proven that at some point in our lives, we have never experienced love. We never had that fluttering feeling in our stomach, we never felt the warmth; we always felt alone, helpless. Love is a very mysterious thing. I didn't think that falling in love was healthy. Falling in love, to me, was equivalent to dying from an exploding airplane, but then you survived and you're free falling even until you've reached the ground. Even though it sounds ridiculous, I really thought love was like that. Sometimes I sit down, with my headphones on, and I scream...

"WHAT ISEU ROVE, BEYBI DON'TU HURTU MEH, DON'TU HURTU MEH, NO MOAHR" My english was terrible.

Or you know the other version.

"AYEEE LOSEU MY MINDDDD--- BABY WHAT ISEU ROVE?" I'm not promoting or advertising a fellow group I swear.

There's so many love songs these days it's crazy. I remember the song "Love Ballad". It brings back so many memories. During that time, I felt so many emotions. I was confused, I was infatuated, I was sleepy, I was hungry, I wasn't sleepy, I wasn't hungry, and I was even asking myself questions. I was confused, 99.9% of the time.

...I thought I was gay...

No seriously, I really thought I was gay. I wonder if I hit puberty late. If I did, goddamn that's really late. I don't know I was probably on something, it was a really weird phase. Being gay or questioning myself if I was "interested in the same " is not the problem here. Love. Falling in love is the problem. I've fallen in love before, I'm still falling now. I'm still falling even though I know I shouldn't. I'm still falling because all I see is her. Those bright loving eyes, the caring nature she gives me, the way she calls me "TaeTae" when she needs help, her seriousness when she call my name, the way she cries on my shoulder; each tears representing her pain, but also her beauty. Everything about her made me fall in love even more.

Everything about her was, a gift from above.

She's the angel that you wish you have. The guardian angel and watches over you and stay with you.

Was falling in love with her the right decision? Was confessing to her the right decision? Was thinking about her day and night the right decision? Was putting her before everyone the right decision?

Was she worth all the hype?

Was she worth all the sacrificing for?

Is it worth making a mistake for?