love is a weird thing.

it will make you stand in the middle of nowhere. crowds scurrying around you. the only things you can think of are the memories of that special person. the memories of how you first met him, how you got to know him better, how you become what you call "close" to him, how he starts to point out your mistakes to keep you in check, how you laugh when you talk to him, how you run through different scenes of worry when he was somewhere else you didnt know of, how the rush felt when he talked to you again after a long time, how shocked you feel when he tells you he loves you all along, how mutual the feeling between the both of you is, how you both get together, how the new journey feels with him, how the first tears roll because of the interceptions of this new journey, how you lose him, how painful it is to go on a while without him, how much you realise you want him back and the fact that it will run hell for your emotions because he is not there to take care of your heart, how you get him back, how happy you are now, although the beautiful wall of content is shattered somewhat.

i think everything will be worth it in the end. its worth it now. i miss you.