waiting for the day when you'll pop the question, maybe i've popped the pills and i'm going crazy, talkin' this nonsense from inside my head, is this a dream? am i actually just dead? my mind is erased every memory gone, but the one of your face, and those three darling words, i took so seriously, 'i love you, i will always', but there wasn't really a forever... was there?

love is something positively crazy.

love decides everything in this world. it doesn't have any conditions or boundaries. we don't know exactly what love is and where it comes from, but one thing is sure; we are nothing without love! there are times when we feel shy and timid, when we are afraid of expressing the love we feel. being afraid of embarrassing the other person or ourselves, we hesitate, procrastinate, and withdraw the will to say the actual words "i love you". one can say "i love you" in many different ways: by means of pleasant presents and little notes and letters full of kind words and a type of enchantment, wide smiles with hope and loyalty, and yes. sometimes even through tears.

sometimes we show our love when we are quiet and do not say a word, at the other times — we speak loud and freely to express it. sometimes we show our love by impulsiveness. while plenty of times we have to show our love when we forgive someone, regardless the damage they caused, regardless of them being what others call 'beyond repair'.
the problem with our world is that people don't learn to listen to one another. they hear the words, but they don't listen to the actions that accompany the words, and do not mind the expression on the face, even in front of us.
we have to listen to see love in and around us.
if we listen attentively we will...

my heart is so heavy beating a mile a minute. my mind is so crowded the thoughts are flying by within seconds. my soul is so torn between emotion and logic; what's real, what's not? does he love me? will this rot? i hope not.
but my feet feel like they've been put on lock. my fists are clenched, just as my lips are shut, and though i feel i know all the answers, still; i leave the spaces blank and unknown.

;; he keeps me warm, he keeps me safe, he makes me happy, he makes me laugh again. i'll feel down, i'll feel lost, but that boy will always be the thought that comes across; he is my haven, from all the distress. he keeps me here, he keeps me there, he doesn't let my mind fly into a flurry. the thoughts don't overwhelm me, the feelings don't break me; because i have that boy to ground me.

he knows me, he loves me, he wants me. he is my everything.

;; and it is in that very moment, that i wished i could hate him. i wished i didn't have to feel so helpless, so pathetic. why does one long for someone who doesn't long for them in return? why does one miss another, want another, who never cared for them from the beginning? and why does one fall right back into a person's arms, regardless of all the harm they placed upon their heart?

and why is it that lovers and friends alike can break hearts just the same?

why is that so?