Love

 To love someone is a habit you get used to his

care, habits, his gentleness, his naughty habits, habits, his smile

even unknowingly, you get used to using his way to smile, with his gentle manner

you rely on each other, rely on this sweet habit of

daily work, you used to hear at a specific time the phone rings  
or early in the morning you still dreaming? Or are you late on a busy day at home?

the phone rings, you look forward to the most gentle voice response

his voice was not his when the time comes, you will always be a little bit disappointed

because of his habit of sweet

then one day you broke up, you sad, sad, disappointment and dismay

because you rely on the TV drama is still the same habits,

but you have to give up (customary) rights

habits you no longer have the right to his care, gentle, mischievous smile

and so you have a new habit

used to think of him when you start thinking about the passing away of tears and memories

before going to sleep every day you get used to not have his customary whisper

you begin to sunset every day standing at the window watching the sunset before the silence



until you get used to one day, you too busy to forget the habits

you are not second nature no longer used against the sunset daze

before you suddenly find that long, long time did not think he's a gentle

forget you even have some of his appearance, vague,

you only remember that he has a straight hair

you only remember he has a beautiful blue shirt,

you only remember that he used to have that nice smile but

,Bailey UGG boots, are already a blur of

then, finally passing the love beautiful, no longer have regrets

we fear is fear of losing love, losing

one sweet (used)

or we're not really lost (used)

habits but trying to live without those habits

This is also a habits