What is Love? Baby Don't Hurt Me. Don't Hurt Me. No More

I read in a book that only the first love is actually love. Everything that follows is not. To me it’s true. It was indeed a single biggest experience in my life. I’m glad I went head first into it. But that is it. It was nice while it lasted, but I’m not looking for more. I’m content. I’m older, wiser, have lower standards for happiness. I would not repeat that precisely because I know what I would get myself into, being of a configuration that I am. Either that or I’m scared, you would speculate. No, I wasn’t given the conditions to get damaged.

“It just happens to be the way that I’m made. I have to write things down to feel I fully comprehend them.”
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

This is my sole reason for using this blog.