let's not go breaking people's hearts.

perhaps this is how we roll.

get your heart broken, make others experience experience your bitterness, by having theirs broken by you.

somehow, we manage to keep living. because i suppose, we have two hearts. one, the real heart, the other, a duplicate.

the second, just for emergencies, in those situations where we get our hearts broken.

and the real one, to let you open up your heart again and keep looking for love.

but my real heart hasn't opened up completely, and love just seems like a fantasy, and we know that fantasy's, they ain't real. it's like, love is something you just put on your wishlist, asking santa to give it to you. but hey, have you ever seen a fat man in a red suit, white beard, jumping through the chimney with a huge brown sack, going "hohoho"?

it ain't gonna come easy, and someone has gotta give it to you. surely not santa, he's given his love to his wife. someone, out there, someone who's gonna tell you that you are beautiful even when you don't think so, not just so that you're happy, but because he really means it.

someone who bears with you when you are unreasonable, in a bad mood, a bad day.
who will stick with you through all your tough times.
taking time to change your terrible habits.

okay maybe i have said that santa can't give you love. but what the heck, i'm still putting it on my wishlist. i've lived through 14 valentine days, without a valentine. i guess i'll just wait for my first valentine.

for now, i'm still just looking around for cute guys. heh.