I like to think

That love is above us all.

That love pushes through across different lives.

Love ,conquers.

And we fall a little in  love with everyone we meet.

And I don't know what's more scarier.

A fresh start.

This is my second post with the same title.

The first one was around this time last year, when I couldn't get myself to start over .

But I mean it this time. It's a fresh start.

I don't know what changed.

I don't know if I'm stronger now

 or I just got better at pushing things

 out of my head .

I wish you are okay too. 

That you, like me , is healing.

And I don't hate you. Cause I've better things to do in life than to hold on to hate.

And I've people that warm my heart. 

And make me skip my beats even when I thought we are all too old for young love.

But then, love doesn't grow old. 

Love starts over.

And I don't know if that is happy or terrifying

 or both at the same time.