Dear, Love
Why do people fantasize about you? Why do people want you so much? Don't you end in heartache? Heartache so bad that some of us have killed to mend our poor broken hearts? Why do people, why do we want to be something called Loved? Would you like to know the meaning of your name? Here it is, provided by Urban Dictionary.
Love
Natures way of tricking people into reproducing
Is that what you are Love? Just a trick that we use to save humanity?..No, I don't think that's what you are. I think I've been in love before, he broke my heart. I Hated you for a long time, Love. Because you left me, but Hate stayed by me. He always was there, except I didn't like Hate. Hate was mean and ugly and horrible and made me rude and bad. I missed you Love, I miss you Love. I miss that feeling of elation as he reached for my hand. I miss that feeling of happiness when he bestowed his smile on me. Even if I wasn't in Love. Even if you have never met me, Love. I wait patiently beside my door, I wait for you to come and knock and say. "You and me, kid. We're gonna be friends for a little." I want you to hug me and tell me that I'm "in love", because no matter how much I detest you at moments. I want you. I want to be in love. Everyone does. Please... Don't leave me out. Sometimes I feel like you will, or you already have. But then I remember him, and maybe I trick myself into thinking I loved him, I don't know. You made me feel, Love. I want to feel again. So no matter how much I curse at you and say that I Hate you, just know that I don't mean it. Don't count me out, Love.
- Neverland1924
