Love is the most surreal feeling ever, just like a Salvador Dali portrait. The feelings you can get from it can vary from time to time and no one has the exact same opinion about a painting. I have always thought that love happened when two people felt the exact same things towards each other and was never easy. But life is again proving me wrong. Love is the value you put into someone. Even if they are the most horrible person around you, your feelings can turn them into a beautiful creature. The pain you get from their actions become addictive and you find yourself finding excuses on their behalf. If you agree with the description of feelings I have stated above, well you are a masochist just like me.
At this stage of my life, achieving so much and getting nowhere with my life, I went back to my biggest addiction, him. And he is again putting me through the exact same things like the last time. I saw this as a risk to take with a great reward at the end, bigger the risk you take, greater the reward or nothing good comes easy. What I have obnoxiously ignored is the fact that my feelings and my life is not a stock market at all. Sometimes it is better to take the safe way to achieve happiness. It is a shame that I realised this a bit too late but life is tough isn't it?
