Third time's the charm...
Looks like everytime when I'm in love I have to write something about it. How I was so passionately deeply crazy about him. And here I am, once again, in love... Each time, love taught me something new and something different. My first love, it taught me about responsibility, to my partner and family. I learnt to be a housewife by chance; I cooked, I cleaned and everything I never imagined myself could possibly do. But I had to thank him or else I would never know how much I love cooking! And it also taught me that even if your heart was broken but you still alive and you moved on. Heart broken wasn't the end of the world or the end of your life. First love and first heart broken, left me a pretty good damage...From there I grew up, one step. Second love, it taught me to love for who their truly are and to respect yourself. I known how he was, always late because of work, etc. I accepted it and almost thrown away my watch because it would drive me crazy if I had to look at ...