A really good friend of mine once told me, that it was unhealthy to thrive in lovesongs.

Yes, I would have to admit, love songs are just beautiful.

They put into beautiful melody whenever my heart tries to tell me something and I just can’t comprehend sometimes.

How amazing is it, that you can put feelings, sometimes unexplainable, into words?

Grasp them, identify them, and just know, that your feelings are indeed real. They’re not just some burning feeling, some sudden pang in your heart, that goes away in time. Or maybe not.

You have a best friend, that knows exactly what you think, or how you feel during your happiest moments.

But then, what if every single love song, just reminds you of him?

What if something wonderful starts to plague you, and torture you?

Hindering a peaceful slumber. Disturbing the mind. Involuntarily. Uncontrollable.

Shall you let it drive you to madness?

Is it worth giving up your sanity?

I must admit. I am drowning in love songs.

Absolutely out of breath.

Every single second, I sing.

Every moment, I hum.

Everytime, I am hurting.