Ah, love, or the lack of it… You strike the very best of us. You render us helplessly poetic. You keep us awake, and if we do get to sleep, you haunt our dreams. You leave us searching for feelings we have yet to know exist.

How do we keep ourselves from loneliness? What should we do so we wouldn’t have to palpitate ourselves to sleep for once? Talk to “them” perhaps; hear them say “I love you”?

Are we even sure if we love them? But we do know that we need them… We need them so badly. All we want is to hear their voice before we sleep. We want their corny jokes and cheesy lines; we want the promises they obviously cannot keep. We want them to sing songs they say are dedicated to us. We want everything; the whole package. We want them. We want them because we need them. We have lived long before we knew them, but now that they’re here, it seems as if each day is a struggle if we don’t hear from them. Why is that?

We try to reserve most of our emotions, true; because we’ve been hurt before and pain keeps us aloof. But the moment they talk, their words transform us into fools in love. Yet again we become gullible and stupid. People may warn us, they may say that all we’re getting is a major heartbreak. We tell them to let us be damned then. We know what we’re getting into. The hurt couldn’t get much worse than how we already feel. If we are bound for a heartbreak, it is better then than now; better with risk than without.