Strange Love

Love is probably the most strange thing that people invented. Mostly because we don't even know how or when it's happening. When did I start to do that? When my heart started to be so light and to beat so fast? When did I start smiling when I see his messages? When did I start thinking so much about him? And mostly, why? He is not handsome, he is not smart, he is not rich... you would ask yourself.
But we all know the answer. When you started to know him. To know what he likes, what he dislikes. When you realized that you have the same taste in a lot of cases. When you know you are different, but so perfect for each other. When you saw him without a pair of glasses but with the eyes of your heart.
Love is strange, love is weird, and we don't understand it most of the time, but it also can be sweet and beautiful.
Until, of course you will ask yourself again, why am I feeling this way? Why is it hurting so much? Why do I cry every time I think at him? Why is this happening to me?
Because love goes as easy as it came, letting us empty and moreover angry. So your tears will fall down uncontrollably and your heart will ache, a lot. The emptiness will never go away, probably you will leave every time with a little part of you heart out, until, either you are lucky enough to find someone to glue all of them back together or either your heart will become a black block of ice.
Love is strange, love is weird and of course we cannot understand it most of the time, but it can also make you full, or let you empty...