I used to know love. It used to live here, inside my soul. It would fill me with joy. It would light up when I saw Her. But She was not real. Love had tricked me, A ***** trick indeed. It had tossed me a false person, a figment of my imagination. It caused so much despair and pain that I cast love aside. I am afraid of it. Love hurt me. And it hadn't even really existed in the first place. She was beautiful and strong and intelligent. But She was gone before I could even realize she was not real. Now, my soul has a scar. It has since then retired to the darkest corners, Reeling in my subconscious, Collecting dust.