This line has always reminded me that closed doors aren't always locked, it just takes one person to twist its knobs to get them opened. Applies to love, it takes one real love to have the heart ready to love or love again.
I've never had a significant other before, NBSB in other terms. But I've had real heartaches and heartbreaks which I've dealt with and it sucks just as much as it hurts. It's as inevitable as death. I've slept with pillows soaked in my own tears. Breathing wasn't even that easy, more like having a chest problem, it's as if I had blocked arteries. I couldn't think straight, memories always come crushing my heart, hopelessly wishing to turn back the time to allow the self to tweak even just a little detail of that moment so things could have turned out better.
But it seems that the turnover of events were for the best. And I couldn't be any thankful.
It may be too early for me to say, but I might have found the right person for me. Too much of a cliche but they said that when that person comes, you will know. This, I know and I'm pretty sure of, I am in the throes of love.
And it is not perfect. Quoting the famous line from a song by Incubus, "love hurts, but sometimes it's a good hurt" is summing up the whole phenomenon. Love is kind and painful at the same time.
As for me, love for now is steady. No crappy dramas which we all see in the movies. It's like free-flowing water of a stream with little rocks along its way.
P.s. I wish we could spend more days and years together
