When you finally realize you're beginning to care more than usual for someone who didn't mean anything at all to you before. When unexpectedly, that person became your favorite star from all the stars who happen to cross your sky. When you find yourself slowly wishing to spend every weekend available, every other day, every hour you could possible have together. When you're actually willing to be stupid in risking your heart for the sake of love --that one word you've always avoided. And when you've decided your ready to say those three words that scares you the most, again. Where do you start? How do you begin accepting that you've finally put yourself into some dangerous act of human kind again? Loving someone is not as easy as counting one two three. I've always believed it takes the best of people, leaving them alone and crappy in the end.

Will there be changes on the way I believe now? Will this risk finally be worth it? I'm not scared of being happy anymore. How can you do that when you've actually loved the way the person makes you happy? When you've actually loved the way that person talks or the way that person walks? Mostly everything about that person actually, especially the things you never thought you'd ever learn to love.

When you finally realize you're beginning to care more than usual for someone who didn't mean anything at all to you before. When unexpectedly, that person became your favorite star from all the stars who happen to cross your sky. When you find yourself slowly wishing to spend every weekend available, every other day, every hour you could possible have together. When you're actually willing to be stupid in risking your heart for the sake of love --that one word you've always avoided. And when you've decided your ready to say those three words that scares you the most, again. Where do you start? How do you begin accepting that you've finally put yourself into some dangerous act of human kind again? Loving someone is not as easy as counting one two three. I've always believed it takes the best of people, leaving them alone and crappy in the end.

Will there be changes on the way I believe now? Will this risk finally be worth it? I'm not scared of being happy anymore. How can you do that when you've actually loved the way the person makes you happy? When you've actually loved the way that person talks or the way that person walks? Mostly everything about that person actually, especially the things you never thought you'd ever learn to love.