一潞 銄諵 ◇

we all have this sense of insecurity.
we want to be loved.
we fear not to be loved.
we really are strange.
we think that we are already tired of this thing called love. we think that we have had enought all these pain, all these hurts, all these sleepless nights. we cry we scream we desperately look for happiness, even just a tiny bit. but it seems that it is always at the saddest time, we find none, doesnt matter that the whole world is cheering.

finally finally, we have grown to be too tired of love. we quit. and when we realize that we are now free, we suddenly fall silence. why are we feeling so empty.

what, or who is absent?

we think not much is what we are asking for.
all we want, is just love. true and real love, not fake one.
but it seems that so little is what we are asking for, we are never entertained.
so we start thinking, is it really just because of her or him, or is it us who have got problems, or is it the whole damn world that has gone wrong, or is it just normal to be hurt, for love itself is something painful. yes, painful, although sometimes beautiful.

the more we try, the more we love, the more sincere and tolerant we are, the more we get hurt.
so maybe that is just the wrong way.
maybe in love there is nothing called genuine, only silliness.


then we finally have learned to be smart.
we finally realize, sometimes we have to say i dont love u , though we actually do.
sometimes, we have to hurt, though we really do not want to.

有时候明明是爱， 也要说不爱。
有时候明明不想伤害， 也要伤害。