:: my midnight ramble ::

I've witnessed a little too many breakups (divorces included) lately.
Stories of how people just let go without even trying.
Stories of how people find it hard to readjust their lifestyle to suit their new status as wife/husband.
Stories of how people turned their back on those whom they claimed to love at the slightest flaws.
Stories of how people switched attention to another because they are deprived of them.

Truth be told such stories and personal experience taught me a lesson on cautiousness.
I can't claim to be a cynic when it comes to love since I am in a commitment now.
Nor can I be an advocate of love after going through a rocky period of what I can simply put it as - detrimental to my health and emotional well-being. Though it took awhile to see that from a positive light - that it raised me to be a partner that gave love only through loving herself.
More often than not, we heard about people speaking of love which I felt was more to the expression of the idea of love and not really defining the true emotional experience of love itself (for it varies in every individual).

If love had not existed in dictionaries, will you have known the literal meaning of it now?
And does love always have to come with bouquets of flowers, fine dining and countless of romantic dates?
What's tragic is that at times, pressured by peers, we put unnecessary strain on our perfectly normal relationship (I am mere human; guilty of that).
Confidence clouded by irrational doubts.
Faith shaken by insecurity.

Time will heal.
As cliche as it sounds, it really will.
Though not without scars and deepest fears still neatly tucked in our precious little heart.
After all, life is too short to ponder on heartbreak caused by love.
I pray for your happiness my friends. :)
Insyaallah.

It's going to be a sleepless night.