why do we always learn our lessons too late?
so you have someone who loves you unconditionally. who forgives you when you're wrong. who, despite millions of flaws, still manages to accept you for who you are. who, through the maelstrom of emotions, is still patient and is there for you until you've run out of steam. who will walk with you, holding your hand while you push them away and drive them to let go. someone who would hold up the light in times of darkness and selfish sorrows. someone who never fails to adore you even in your worst moments of incredible lies. blinded you are by your self-centered ways and unfaithful heart. somehow, that person is still there to hold you until your self-destructive ways come to a halt.
so you're beautiful. so you're charming. so you find it easy to make others love you while hiding your hideous truth. you take advantage of the one who truly gives a damn. because you find it easy to replace them. all you can think about is the number of other people you can so easily charm into your arms. and all the while someone hurts in silence. and all the while someone is waiting for you to stop playing childish games. waiting for the day when you finally discover that the heart knows what it is to be weary. no matter how strong they are. no matter how patient. no matter how forgiving. no matter how understanding. no matter how enduring. every heart will find itself breaking.
what happens when you finally wake up alone with no one there to stave off the loneliness of sins? what happens when mistakes and cruel regrets blends in with the dreams? they won't always be there to stop the world from turning just to ease your self-induced pain. they won't always be there to offer you the love you had carelessly thrown away in order to gain useless admirations. others will love you for your outward beauty, but only a few will love you even when they discover the ugliness beneath.
and you will need them just when their hearts finally learn to let go of someone unworthy of claiming it. that is when the lesson is learned. love is not a number you must earn. love is that someone waiting for your childish games to end.
lesson learned.
