It’s funny how we can compromise with our self-respect and dignity when we are in love. We fight, we curse, we loathe the person once promised to die for, we say things we are not supposed to, and we do things we are not proud of. And when all is said and done, we long to go back and hold hands and forget it all.

What is there about love that we cannot resist? What is there which makes us take in all the hatred and want us to go back to the same person? Why is it that all we remember are the amazing times and not the worse ones? Why is it so easy to be in love and so hard to get out of it ….!!!