First you learned about it, you got all the excitement. You couldn’t get enough of it. You rode it every day.
Happy. Amused. Brave.
Then you had you first fall. It hurt, you cried, but you got back up on your feet, dust the dirt off, cleaned your wound and rode it again.
And then you fell for too many times, you got sick of the pains, you stopped riding bike. Left it in the garage to dust.
Months and maybe even years went by.
You finally take a peek at where you left it. You feel ready. You grab the bike and ride it again. Quite easily, because riding a bike is not something you learned and then forget. You always remember how.
Love is like that. Not just when you first learned about it, but also when you fell, when you were so tired of the pains and when you healed.
*~LouisaJhe
Happy. Amused. Brave.
Then you had you first fall. It hurt, you cried, but you got back up on your feet, dust the dirt off, cleaned your wound and rode it again.
And then you fell for too many times, you got sick of the pains, you stopped riding bike. Left it in the garage to dust.
Months and maybe even years went by.
You finally take a peek at where you left it. You feel ready. You grab the bike and ride it again. Quite easily, because riding a bike is not something you learned and then forget. You always remember how.
Love is like that. Not just when you first learned about it, but also when you fell, when you were so tired of the pains and when you healed.
*~LouisaJhe
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