In my point of view and frankly speaking,love isn’t a plan. It doesn’t have a certain beginning and it certainly has no end, or a visible finish line to those deeply in it. When love happens it is so incredibly messy.You really know you love someone when all you want is for them to be happy, even if that means that you are not a part of it.But maybe not me,I don't think it's the right time for me.Come on,I'll be 17 not 27.So,chill there are even heaps and heaps of syllabus Ive to catch up with,hik hik.
For me,love is a funny thing. You expect it to be easy. You expect it to be a world of roses and laughs and perfect moments that you find only in movies. You expect her to always say the right thing, say the right thing again, and always know exactly how you feel, or exactly how to react to it. You expect him to calm you down when you’re yelling or to chase you when you run away.
When you’re in love, you always want to be together, and when you’re not, you’re thinking about being together because you need that person and without them your life is incomplete.Maybe,people say whats the point in liking someone who doesn’t like you back. They are right, there isn’t a point. But you can’t help who you like, it’s not up to you. Your heart kinda just decides for you and there is no turning back once your heart makes up its mind.
Maybe,yes I'm in love.I'm madly in love with my parents,family,cats,best friends and syllabus books.
This is so not the right time,come on let's get back to our priority.