I loved you yesterday, I still love you today and I will love you tomorrow.

I hate not having him near, I hate not having him by my side every hour of every day. I loved him, I love him and always have since I laid my eyes on his perfect soul. I felt immortal when I was with him. He made me feel like I could do anything or be anyone! He was my rock, my soul mate, my everything, my perfect. He made me feel like I was the only girl he could care about and the only girl he had on his mind. I thought he loved me. I thought he cared for me! I thought he would never hurt me, but he did. He hurt me, he used me! I never thought he would hurt me, I never thought he would let me go. But he did. I let him hurt me and I let him leave me. I'm the one to blame for what he did. I'm the one to blame for everything! I loved him and he loved me. Once...

Being a teen, you fall in and out of love so many times you forget the meaning of the word, but what does love really mean? Does it mean you have feelings for someone at a certain time in your life? Or does it mean u want to be with that person every second of the day? I looked up love a few times to check if I was in love and 9 out 10 I wasn't, but really you can't define love. It can come in all shapes and sizes, love doesn't need a meaning. As long as you know when your in love that's all you need to know. Sometimes love can be hidden and won't come to you until you least expect it. Normally, you're not looking for love but you can't help it. That's what happened to me. I never wanted to look for love, but love found me. When love found me it made me who I am today. I didn't know who I was before him, I found myself when I was with him and I've lost myself again. He did love me. Once...

He made me feel like I was flying high in the sky. Like nothing could bring me down. He made me feel special and made me feel I was the only girl in the world or the only girl on his mind or in his view. But, I wasn't. I was one of many girls on his mind and I was never in his view. I was only there to be something on his boney arm and to show people he could get a girl. He always said I was out of his league but I wasn't. He saw me as a slut, bitch, fat ugly cow who doesn't even deserve to be alive. I was dirt on his shoe in his eyes and I wasn't worthy of being anything more. I thought we were made for each other, I mean we had so much in common and we loved each other. Or I loved him. Love can hurt no matter where you seek love from. Love is different but it can end in the same way, painful. No matter what type of love you have it always ends in pain. A family member who you loved might die and you will feel a load of pain stabbing you in the heart. The same for if you love a boy/girl. These days society is so caught up on love that you can't get away from the fact you're either single or in a horrid relationship. Every song that floats by you has at least on lyric describing love or how they felt when they got dumped. Society says you have to be in love... But do you?

When we kissed I saw rainbows and felt butterflies. I was in love! It was like a movie, everyday he would give a dozen red roses and kiss me on the cheek everyday and whispered, "you're the only girl I need. You're my soulmate. Amy I love you. Please don't leave me." It would send shivers down my spin and I'd turn into jelly. He said all the right words, nothing out of place. All normal in my eyes, we were in love. Nothing more nothing less. Looking back on it now that's the last flower he gave me was a single red rose. He knew I would fall at his knees if he played his cards right and he did. I finally found my prince and my castle was being built. But little did I know, I'd have to wait a long time for my castle to be finished.