Love hurts, everyone eventually figure that out by themselves. Everyone got their share of heartbreaks. But everyone deal with it differently.

Some people’s response to a heartbreak is to put armor on themselves, put a protective shield around them, become so careful that no one could come close. Some people take the other route, they completely open themselves up, whoring around because they rather enjoy sex than thinking about love. They figure that they won’t get hurt if they don’t invest their feelings. There is no correct way to deal with heartbreak. The first group of people eventually wonder why nothing ever happen to them, bitching about no one wants them. The second group of people eventually realize by avoiding love, they also stop loving themselves. And usually when they realize that, is when something gone horribly wrong. By then, it might be too late.

Each group despite each other, often thinking how stupid the other group is. But what they didn’t know is, they are more similar than they realize. They are all victims of heartbreak. Not everyone can recover. The ones that do, the ones that survives, is because they manage to keep that little hopes and dreams within them. Maybe a tiny tiny part of them still believes in fairy tales, still believes that one day their dreams would come true. With that little bit of hope, maybe they’ll make it out alive.

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