Everyone has the right to hate something, but with me, sometimes it changes. Like for instance at this moment in time I hate love. I hate getting flashbacks from things I don’t want to remember. They say that those who hate most fervently must have once loved deeply and it’s kind of true.

                But in the end my love life has always been described as the worst, I put one-hundred and ten per cent into every relationship I have. But most of the times I don’t get more than ten per cent of that effort back.

                I hate it because it’s one of those things that we’re forced to think about right before we sleep. All of the things we tried so hard to get and leave a pang in your chest over. The way your chest gets tight when you think you see that person but you didn’t. You hate them but you know you loved them and that tears you on the inside the most.

                But there is just something about love that can’t seem to keep us away from it for very long, we’re drawn like moths to a flame over an irregular heart beat and warm kisses in the rain.

“You have to come!” My best friend, Yoona pleaded with me, it was her bachelorette party and it was safe to say I didn’t want to go “Come on Jaera, you’re my maid of honour!”

“I’d probably go if it wasn’t mixed in with the bachelor party too.” I muttered rather bitterly.

She grabbed me by the shoulders “But Jaera! Please! I need you there.” Her eyes started to well up and I knew I was in trouble “I can’t do this without you!”

“Oh my god!” I shrugged her hands off me and sighed “Fine! I’ll go but I swear to god you pull that teary eyed thing on me again and we’re going to have some trouble!”

“I love you!” She jumped on me and hugged me.

I rolled my eyes and hugged her back “