Love(s)

I'm not really sure if this is love. Well, at least not anymore. Call me selfish. Call me whatever you want for coming up with such a conclusion without asking for your opinion. There's no one else to blame, except myself. I thought everything was beautiful. Everything was unique. Too different from the previous ones. But not really. They all end up to be the same thing. The same boring cycle of falling in love and then.. out of love.