There
was this two little teardrop that were floating together down
the
river of life. One drop said to the other, "I am the teardrop
of
a girl who loved a man and lost him" and continued
"Who
are you?" asked the first teardrop.
"Well
I am the teardrop of the girl who won him,"
answered
the second drop.
Love
is very strange.
Love
is unconditional commitment to an imperfect individual.
You
need it but when you love it's like destining yourself for pain.
You
become addicted and dependent to it.
You
become strong and at the same time you open
yourself
to being hurt.
Love
can make you bear any kind of pain
and
any kind of sacrifice.
It
can also make you feel stupid and act stupidity.
Sometimes
when you love and end up giving so much of yourself,
subconsciously
you only discover how much you've given
when
that person you love hurts you or has to say goodbye.
Then
you realize an important part of yourself
is
already with that person.
It
goes away when he leaves and
you
are left with sickening, empty feeling inside.
Tears
are bound to shed from your eyes
no
matter how you force yourself to keep them in.
Most
teardrops ever shed on this earth have been
for
love or lack of it.
When
tears dry, a silent loss sticks to your heart for a long, long time.
Well
that's what you get for caring so much about someone.
But
how can you regret it?
To
give yourself freely and lovingly is
the
most beautiful thing you can do.
Loving
makes you real.
Loving
also makes you cry.
And
that is why teardrop is also BEAUTIFUL.