There are things we wish we hadn't seen,

And things we wish we could have.

Like that time when you and your family were watching a horror movie, you were under the sheets, covering your eyes and ears, and every few minutes you'd sneak a peek at the screen only when it was a scene in broad daylight.
Or like that other time when you were sick, and all you wanted was to watch your sister's baseball game, and see her get a home run; but you were stuck there in bed with an ice pack on your forehead, helpless and wishing illnesses didn't exist.

And then there was that one time, and it was like watching a horror movie with your family all over again, but this time you were alone. All alone. And it was in the park. And it was you seeing that girl you fell in love with years ago with her new found, so-called lover. You wished you had a blanket you could hide in, the same way you used to. But you didn't, and you couldn't. You swore to yourself that you were over her, but why does it feel like that the murderer got to you in the horror movie? You never stopped. You just told everyone that the case was closed, but in reality, the suspect is still out there, and you are still it's victim. The suspect with four letters in her name, Love.