I walked passed the love of my life today. It was hard but I did it. I finally found the courage to walk past him like he didn't exist. A part of me wanted to scream and shout to him how much I love him, the other part wanted to bash his ******* face into the ground. You see the love of my life was a real ****. He never treated me right, never took me out on dates, never gave me flowers for Valentine's Day, nothing. He treated me like a ******* to be quite honest with you. Why do I love him you may ask? Because of our bond. We never lacked communication, our *** was like fireworks, and his company kept my blood warm. Our love, or at least my love for him would be classified as puppy love in this generation. But I never gave our love a name, our love was exactly that... Ours. I wasn't quite sure what it was about him that kept me interested, maybe it was his personality or perhaps his smile or those big brown eyes that would just look you directly in your soul. God! I don't know what it was but I loved him, every inch of him I loved.