And I’m looking for a cure
For my fool thought
That fills my head “
“ It’s just a phase. It’ll pass.”
“ Who said I want it to pass?”
“ You don’t?”
“ I don’t know.”
“ Then it’ll get worse. You need to cure it as fast as possible.”
“ I thought fallin in love is a good thing. I thought that was something every poet writes down. Every singer sings about.”
“ Well, do you feel like u want to be a poet? Or a singer? Coz all of them are dead in a misery as a consequence of their foolishness.”
“ I don’t know.”
“ Is it a happy thought? Or a bad one?”
“ Both. Depends on the way I think about it. And the more I think about it, the more miserable I am.”
“ You want it to stop?”
“ Now? I don’t know. I guess so. But… I don’t really sure.”
“ See. That’s how it gets worse. It affects your brain.”
“ Well, do you have ANY cure for this? Something that doesn’t leave any marks and hurt.”
“ Nope. I just thought that you need it cured. Pronto.”
“ IT doesn’t even help!”
“ Well, no one and nothing can help you except you in this point. Except God. But I guess it’s all in His made by destiny.”
“ So now what am I supposed to do?”
“ What do you expect? That’s why they called it love. Because it makes you miserable as ever before. And make you feel so stupid till all you can think about is nothing.”
“ If I hate him/her. Does it help?”
“ Maybe. But, no guarantee. Poison with poison. Fire with fire.”
“ You mean I should fallin for someone else? Then it only push me to another spot of misery.”
“ If you say so. But reminds me again, do you want it to stop?”
“ I don’t know.”
“ Well, there you have your answer. I’m really sorry for your misery. But there’s nothing that can be done about it. You fallin in love and that misery are its baggage.”
