Love – choice

Good evening, world of sense!

I was reading a boring book and caught a thought…

What does loving someone mean? Is it a feeling, a habit, a destiny?

Someone said that love is an act of faith – if you don’t believe then you don’t love.

Someone said that love is about never stopping fighting for the beloved ones. For how long can a human being fight? DOES IT WORTH IT?

I have been in love – “pointless, painful, overrated”. Someone said it once.

At the end of the day all the hearts are broken and there is no such prayer that will make it heal.

I do believe that loving someone is a choice. Yet, we just make the bad ones…

Worst Regards,

A Girl from the Boreland