It’s What You Make of It.

Its kinda like this fabricated hallmark channel movie.

I always thought that first kisses would spark fireworks.

I always thought love was this far away mysterious thing that people are so lucky to have...

When it's really more complicated than that.

Infatuation is this imitation putting you head over heals for this manufactured "illumination" of what we call love.

And how can I be so certain of that? I've had too many things happen like this so now its just routine to react.

I know love is subtle and sweet.

I'm learning how to love myself again before I love anybody.

Not to say I don't love my family, although they tell me what i have to be.

I forgive them in the end. Real love is forgiving, even if it has an end.