It's so funny because I only know when I truly love someone when I cry over them.
When I lose them I will cry for hours and go from depression to anger switching back and forth like someone is flipping a coin.
It's so surreal every time I find myself laying in bed with tears covering my face and a headache from all the pressure in my head. It's surreal because obviously I thought I'd always have them and be able to call them mine.
The first time I fell for him slow and steady and he held me up and slowly let me stand on my own untill he was gone completely.
The second time I tripped and fell right into him and he stood me back up and then let go like he expected me not to crumble.
It's so funny because I've been in love twice now and their names were practically identical.. maybe I should do myself a favor and find someone who's name I can look at without being bombarded with memories and feelings I cannot express.
