Reckless Driving... Reckless Loving...

I was on my way to work on a clear Wednesday morning, seeing the usual traffic and feeling the boredom of a seemingly endless journey. I could feel the roughness of the road for everyday my ride is with a reckless driver who doesn’t know how to step on the break. As I was preventing myself to give in to the inertia I saw my scar on my outstretched left arm. It was a painful reminder of a physical injury that I got from a reckless love affair. But more than that it was a lifetime remembrance of my immature TRUE love experience.