I wanted to take a break from my hectic lifestyle, so i went to the local travel agents to see where i could go. most places had been rated 4/5 stars, but one place stood out it was rated at 7 stars. i thought to myself "wow, this place must be special if it breaks the 5 star barrier". i read more about it, but the last thing i read was the name of the place. It was called Love. "What a weird name" i muttered under my breath, but i booked the holiday anyway. a week later, there i was, on the sandy beaches of Love watchin the ocean washing away thoughts of home, feeling the cool breeze on my skin.
for the first few days it was amazing, then as i relaxed my mind, i began to notice all the little faults. the constant thoughts whirling around in my head, not letting me relax. the sleepless nights and most of all, the neverending heartache. i came back 2 days earlier than planned an returned to the travel agents. the place called Love was still rated at 7 stars. then it hit me. i hated myself for not noticing it earlier. how could i have possibly not realised it? I should have known: Love Really Is Overrated. |
Submission Name: Holiday 2 Love
