I watch people fall in love and break hearts. I have my own fair share of happy relationship and failed ones, but it’s different when you are in the background. Watching them get all giddy and cheesy and hear them cry and curse sadness afterwards. It’s an endless routine. A cycle I don’t want to be in. But then again, what is love without pain? And what is life without love? That’s why no matter how much we tell ourselves never to fall in love again, we always find ourselves falling over and over again. Swimming in the sea of hope and love.