Dear first love, Dear first love, I never thought of writing you a letter telling you how much you mean to me. “LOVE IS HYSTERICAL”, I thought. You can do anything for the one you love. I, being in love with you, got this notion that perhaps love is something that makes you suffocate,
as you don’t want your partner to be with someone. Love makes you go frantic. It makes you do the stuff you never thought of. Love has no limits. Today, though you are not with me, I guess love is more about freedom. It does not suffocate you.
But still, somewhere in me, some parts of me, still believe that LOVE IS HYSTERICAL.