Let the cold night numb me, the darkness sweep away my feelings, leaving my presence emotionless. Standing still, robotic, with stoical face. Eyes that will not shed any tears, fingers that will not tremble, heart that will not love anymore.

Love. What is it exactly? The million dollar question. Nonetheless, stupid. The notion that renders me stupid, silly and without real perception. That does not follow logical thinking, but with affection that rules supreme. Hence, stupid.

And why is it that with it, follows the aching pain. The hurt. The confusion. Over and over again, I wonder, is this really true? Why the heartache, why the chafed heart, why the throbbing hurt?

Doesnt love promise a million smiles, of happiness, of giddiness?