What is this thing we call love? How does one even know its real? And if it is, why is it so painful?
For starters I'm not here to preach to you that love is real, and love is amazing. Because I'm going to be honest, it's not.
Yes I believe I'm in love, but I find that in reality it's always the ones whom we say we love are the ones that hurt us the most.
A mother, a father, brother, sister, boyfriend or even girlfriend.
It's not as easy as it looks, to stand right before you and smile.
within- burning, aching, practically fading away.
It's not fair- "life's not fair sweetie"
If i had a penny for every time that saying was used, i'd be richer than Bill Gates.
Now lets not get carried away here.
It's the same story each day.
If i tell you i love you, i mean it.
If i spend so much time with you, it's cause I care.
If i stand by your side throughout this whole time, it's because it's your the one I want to be with.
Don't ask questions about what's right in front of you,
take it, because you don't know how long its going to be there for.
Love is love, it's unique in so many ways.
It comes and goes, don't be the one who let it go.