Love can never be over rated. As much as I believe in love, the ”till death do us apart” situation that implies actually dying to save your love is a little too definitive for my taste. The promise of love till death do us apart must be mind blowing at some point where the young girl meets the handsome boy for the first time, but after a while, one lucidly finds out that you’re not exactly ready to die for everyone you love. There’s no secret that love hurts. Every time! Is horrible. It makes you weak and it messes you up. But is like cooking, if you don’t want to wash the dishes, you don’t start backing. Same with love, if you can’t handle it, you should never jump for it. I think that the desperate need for romantic gestures we have when we are young, fades with age, as we become wiser and we realize that love is neither about the lit candles, nor about the jumping of the bridges for the one you love. Dying for someone is as bad as living for someone. Love should never imply loosing yourself, but giving all for the one you love. So next time you are irremediably in love, remember that romance is not about big gestures and the story of Romeo and Juliet has not the happy ending you signed in for in the beginning.

I was wearing:

Andy Warhol by Pepe Jeans London dress

Pull and Bear shoes

I.D. Sarrieri bra

Fossil bracelet

H&M flower