Looking down from heaven

Love is...

Lucas' Pov
As soon as I said it, I knew I shouldn't of.

I couldn't see someone else as hurt as Chloe.

Not even a bitch called Leela who basically killed my girlfriend and it was painful and it wasn't a short death either it was a really really long one just like this sentence.

Breathe.

I may be broken, but there's hope for me yet.

Love breaks hearts.

But can also mend them.

So, what did I do?

Possibly the biggest mistake of my life.

Love is also stupid.

Dimwitted. Idiotic. Foolish. Whatever you prefer.

Because love, unfortunately, does not come from the brain. But the heart.

And the heart is very powerful at making decisions.

Love is controlling.

So controlling, in fact, that I tried to forgive Leela. Even though I know she's a horrible bitch. Stupid, I know.

Love is blind.

Yep, I invited her to the cinema. I mean, what could be less awkward than sitting there watching two beautiful people have comedic sex on the couch?

Everything.

Love is awkward.

So there I was, in the cinema watching her favourite genre, rom coms. Sitting awfully close to Leela.

A bit too close.

Love needs attention.

Love is needy.

Hearing the pleasurable laughs of a somewhat beautiful bitch next to you...

Love is also bitch. (Just as much as the one sitting next to me).

So there we were, watching very attractive people make out, loving life.

Love gets jealous.

And even though my brain was still recovering...my heart wanted somebody....anybody. Even a fucking attention seeking drunken gorgeous whore.

Love is dangerous.

Oh so dangerous.

And love, like I said, is controlling, and my heart controls my itching lips.

Foreshadowing much? Maybe.