Love makes one stupid.
The anticipation for love makes one impossibly irrational.

It makes u say things that you'll kill yourself for.
It makes u totally uncool.

It makes u swallow ur pride or keep it entirely in the fridge.
It makes u act like a fool.

It keeps u sucked in and keeps u coming back for more.
It makes u selfish but yet selfless at the same time.

It makes u totally incoherent but yet u can't help but hope for more.

Totally hopeless, Wendy How.