Found Randomly, hidden away in a book I was reading. This gem just popped out while flipping the pages
Someone asked me the other day “Have you ever been in Love?” My first reaction, Sorry no, I’ve never had the chance But then I thought and wondered, “To be in love; To fall” How do we know, if it’s really love at all. There’s a cliche term “Better to have love and lost, then never to have loved at all” Clearly this theory is biased, they’ve known what love feels like and for them, it’s better to have felt and lost it. But what about those of us, who have yet to find said love? Yet to find what some call true happiness? I get annoyed when people use the term true happiness. Who’s to say I am not happy. True happiness for a girl whom has yet to fall in love is many things. Laughing till you cry, A hug on one of “those” days, A smile from a stranger, or even, a warm fresh cup of coffee. Will these things stop making me happy once if I ever fall? To fall in love I hope those in love are happy and everything the world says you should be But I’ll take a fresh warm cup of coffee. Dealing with the withdraw from a love I’ve never had is killing me.