I don't believe in falling in love. I did once, I think. But I fell flat on my face and that wasn't such a pleasant experience.
It's okay to be scared to take the plunge again, right? Actually, don't answer that. I don't think I need to hear a response to that question.
Sure, people judge me based on my utter disregard for the word and for choosing to be alone than in the company of someone who is apparently supposed to turn my world around. But trust me, it's better this way. At least I know I'm not kidding myself and clutching onto someone and unnaturally making emotions flow.
It's okay to be misunderstood once in a while. There's more mystery that way. And ah yes, scope for interesting conversations. Take flirting for example - harmless, turning on and extremely fun if you've managed to meet the person off Facebook and in reality.
People are going to the extent of trying to find their 'Mr Right' online, which I feel is a pity. You and I both know that while one can be weak enough to let it happen, the Internet you is not the real you. Sometimes, it's just easier to talk to someone via texts and inbox messages. But that isn't what life is about. Nor is it what love should be like.
If you have any genuine love stories to share, please go ahead. If you're living a lie in your relationship, reevaluate your life. Just a word of advice.
