Love…I use to believe in Love. It’s “magic” and how amazing you felt every time you got the butterflies. Looked at the sky, gazed, dreamed on what will it be, on what could have been. Having experienced it’s full strength I can say feeling in Love is no “magic”, more like a falling that never ends. A drop from a place so hi sometimes you wish you can see the end. But you feel the pain of the fall over and over. And with every day that goes by you realize that it is all a lie. So “magical” like a trick, and you fell for it. But you are already in it so deep it is impossible to fall out; Love got you!