Like gulping couple shots of whiskey, it started fun but ceased either with smiles, or regrets. Plenty ended with smiles, but, mostly, only regrets. Either for sipping and enjoying them at the outset, or for the foolish, humiliating actions we did while we were tipsy.

And as for love, ineffable beforehand, but so much like whiskey, it conjures us, makes us capable of doing silly, wacky things along with our objects of adoration. Myriad of which ended with a typical love story, yet, numberless ended with tears. If it turns out to be ugly, as we are sober, we start nauseating, we start loathing and whamming that object. Its mesmeric smiles we fell in love with, become demonic. The gently gazes become the deadly stares, and the obsession, turns into repulsion.

Like gulping couple shots of whiskey, if it grows into addiction, the payoff is not worth the joy. And as for love, it doesn’t happen to everyone, thus, is it worth to sacrifice our hearts to get hurt?