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Teenage romances entry tonight. Kinda got inspired after reading my cousin’s post after a break up closure. 

The definition of being a teenager - a process of growing old with a mix of bitter-sweet tragedies. Perhaps with a tinge of depression and self destruction.

You never actually found out when you started noticing a person until one fine fucking day, the butterflies in your stomach decided to tell you, “bitch, you’re in love!”

And you’ll either be going, “fuck, here’s the start of heartaches all over.” Or “this time it’ll be different…” 

With love comes despair. With companion comes loneliness. You will never be too sure of what you’re getting into. Just for the record, this post is strictly for people who were or are looking for a SERIOUS relationship. Not the mediocre fuck-friend or fling shit. I really give no fucks.

And you finally got a date with the person who’s responsible for those damn butterflies. Alls shy and giggly during first dates. You probably can’t count the number of times you blushed or when you almost died because your heart was racing so quickly. 

Addicted. You wanna get memorized by those feelings again. You wanna feel loved. Feel wanted by someone special. If you have these feelings. Congratulations,you’re in love and there’s no fucking way of getting out without getting hurt. I mean, that is if you have a heart. 

Unbeknownst to you, you’re in an actual relationship. You find yourself channelling most of your time to love. Thousands or texts. Thousands of calls. Never-ending conversations. Days shrank shorter and nights grew longer. How you fucking wish you were married. That my dear…is known as “The Honeymoon Period”.

Your heart then finds its way deeper into surrealism….deeper into…love.

(To be continued)

Teenage romances entry tonight. Kinda got inspired after reading my cousin’s post after a break up closure.

The definition of being a teenager - a process of growing old with a mix of bitter-sweet tragedies. Perhaps with a tinge of depression and self destruction.

You never actually found out when you started noticing a person until one fine fucking day, the butterflies in your stomach decided to tell you, “bitch, you’re in love!”

And you’ll either be going, “fuck, here’s the start of heartaches all over.” Or “this time it’ll be different…”

With love comes despair. With companion comes loneliness. You will never be too sure of what you’re getting into. Just for the record, this post is strictly for people who were or are looking for a SERIOUS relationship. Not the mediocre fuck-friend or fling shit. I really give no fucks.

And you finally got a date with the person who’s responsible for those damn butterflies. Alls shy and giggly during first dates. You probably can’t count the number of times you blushed or when you almost died because your heart was racing so quickly.

Addicted. You wanna get memorized by those feelings again. You wanna feel loved. Feel wanted by someone special. If you have these feelings. Congratulations,you’re in love and there’s no fucking way of getting out without getting hurt. I mean, that is if you have a heart.

Unbeknownst to you, you’re in an actual relationship. You find yourself channelling most of your time to love. Thousands or texts. Thousands of calls. Never-ending conversations. Days shrank shorter and nights grew longer. How you fucking wish you were married. That my dear…is known as “The Honeymoon Period”.

Your heart then finds its way deeper into surrealism….deeper into…love.

(To be continued)

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