Love what it means. A profoundly passionate tender affection for another person. It's weird when we see what love means in the dictionary, the cold hard facts, plain and blunt. But is that how we really feel about love? Do we just see love as something we have to do, like it's a job? No! Love is something that we have to cherish, that we fight for to make us happy not just some chore.. But I guess some people do feel that way, like their doing it to help you and make you “feel” better even though it just makes you feel worse inside about yourself. Like you don't deserve to by loved, that you just deserve to be tossed aside, that you're just worthless trash that no one cares about.. Then one day you find the one that truly cares about you, but because you’ve been hurt so much you can't let them in and then you're the person that hurts them in the end, and you promised yourself that you would never do that to another person..
It's a nasty circle that keeps going round and round until that person can't fight anymore and they finally give up.. exhausted and drained, and you find them all alone the life slowly dripping out of them..