One can go to the moon and back just for you in their proclamation of love for you, sometimes even going into the lion's den. Does it ring a bell for anyone?
I fell for that too many times before, crashing back to the reality damn hard afterwards. Why on earth do I fell for that and I still believe that somehow, somewhere and someday that I will find that someone who would do that for me.
Deep down inside my I-Don't-Give-A-Shit demeanour, I still believe that bullshit and I just couldn't stop myself for thinking that way.
I would throw caution to the wind and fall madly in love when I choose too. And I also choose to forget about how many times my heart had been broken, mended and scarred believing that I had finally found the one.
True love is rare and hard to come by but what's even rarer are fools like me.