i found myself thinking these past few days. it started with a friend's blog entry, and then hearing it again from my own classmates... agh, LOVE! how come it seems to be a big deal for me now (as of the moment). like i've trapped myself in a dilemma and love is just simply misunderstood.

its existence, really, is ideal. no one just can't seem to see through it. there are so many [mis]conceptions about love, you don't know what to believe.

should there be a a means of avoiding it then refrain from making it a big deal. or else it'll remain hanging inside your head like a drug just taken effect.

"hindi hinahanap ang pag-ibig, dumarating yan..."

it can be true. like how the girls see it, but also is considerable for the boys. we don't look for something we are not sure of but when a woman passes by the life of a seemingly-innocent man, that is the time he searches for her 'again,' until he makes her his own.

weird. just plain weird. that's the best description i could ever come up with for someone who pauses a moment in his life and reflects deeply what love really is.



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