There is no difference between a wise man and a fool when they fall in love.Love is equal in the sense that it melts down to every one.Having a perfect mate is someone that you can trust to be with for the rest of your life. There is no such thing as perfect but it's ideally in your self that you set a standard to someone you wish to be your perfect mate.Love is when you find someone who didnt meet any of your standards and yet you say he/she is the right one. Love has always no reason why you kept on fallin. It's always been said that sometimes love is just a force of habit, a product coming from a little getting used to.It is simple and raw as it may seem but actually when you think of it. Isnt it always painful once you lose what you used to have?

The simplest habits are always the hardest things to runaway from.