You might never notice this, but there was always a spark flying in the air when you said i love you. It was evolving—the first time, it was love, a simple innocent child-like love; your typical puppy love. It grew to a full-grown one, the i-am-happy-if-you-are-even-though-actually-i-am-not kind of love. The one in which one could do so much for their beloved one.
It didn’t stop. Actually it evolved into the love in which it meant nothing but lies.
somehow it explains about aviate—you know, the type of love where one’s sent flying. your typical teenage love, if i may add.