I am feeling jealous of those who think themselves happy in love matter. To me love is something so simple like every day’s life; you’d like to live for it. It becomes the most complicated when happens in the wrong way. Before expressing, it’s not a big deal… it probably could create some deep sighs. But it could be the worst thing if it’s understood after expressing it to the wrong person. So people should think at least twice, thrice… as many times possible. It’s something you can’t withdraw. The saddest part of life is to let the wrong person know that you love her/him.