Daniel Howell Imagines

When Love Comes

A/N: this was my creative writing for my English class this year, and i thought it was pretty good, and i hope you guys like it

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1188

Song(s) Used: None

Pairings: You could use it for anyone tbh

Your P.O.V

Love.

What does that word mean to you?

What does that word look like to you?

What does that word feel like to you?

To me, love means respecting somebody, standing up for them when nobody else will. It means cheering someone up when they feel down. Love looks like laughing with someone until you can't laugh anymore. It looks like the smile one someone's face, when you've made them extremely happy. Love feels like your heart beating a million miles per hour in your chest, because you've looked into their eyes and oh my god, they're the prettiest eyes you've ever seen. It feels like butterflies in your stomach when they hold your hand. Love feels like your whole world has been turned upside down but, you wouldn't want to change anything about it.

They say love makes the world go around; and I believe that it does, What would this world be without love? How would this world cope without love? I don't even want to imagine a world without love. I don't want to imagine a world where when I look into his eyes, I don't see the universe in them and I didn't feel love.

We feel love around us everyday, we show our love for different things everyday.

We LOVE everyday of our lives.

But then, there's hurt.

Hurt is a strong word and a strong emotion. When you feel hurt, it feels like your whole world has just imploded and you're left crying in the kitchen on your hard wooden floor, all because he couldn't stay. Tears rushing down your face because the memories of you two together wouldn't stop flashing through your mind, burning in your brain. His eyes. His lips. His hair. Him.

People say time can heal a broken heart, but is that really true? Time can help you move on from the person, but your heart is still left cracked, so doesn't that mean your heart is still broken in some way? It will never be as pure or the same ever again.

Two different emotions. Two different feelings. Both with different consequences. Love and Hurt. Conflicting and Contrasting words but the crazy thing is, you can feel both of these emotions in the same day, with the same person. One minute, you're so in love, he's your everything, your whole world. And the next thing? He's walking out the door, with everything he has and he's left your heart and dumped it on the floor right in front of you. And that's how the story goes, and that's how life will work.

Your world is flipped upside down by this boy with the darkest brown eyes you've ever seen, and his eyes, oh my god, they're so consuming, they're so beautiful, it's so hard to not get lost in them. He makes you feel loved, wanted and cared for. Time goes on and you start thinking that he's the one. You meet each other's families and friends, and you feel like everything's falling into place, and it just feels.... Perfect. You're on cloud 9, everything is like a fairytale. But one day everything just stops being perfect. He starts to get distant, doesn't answer any calls or texts. You ask his friends and they don't seem to know what's wrong with him either. Everything stops feeling like a fairytale and you're kicked back into reality, your world starts going blurry and you start to overthink situations. And then there's a knock on the door, you run downstairs to answer the door and it's him. You ask if he would like to come in, he says yes. You ask him how he's been, he's giving you short one word answers and then he hits you with it, the words that feel like daggers ripping into your heart.

"You're a sweet girl and I am so in love with you, but I think that we should break up."

Time stops. Your hands start to shake. Your mind feels like it's going into overdrive and then you start to feel sick. The nauseous feeling kicks in and you start to feel your body shake. And your heart? You can physically feel it break, and almost without any remorse what-so-ever, he walks out the door. 

They say that the opposite of love is hate, but there is a thin line between love and hate. I have always believed that the opposite of love, was hurt.

The sad thing is you can never change his mind. I don't know if there was anything I could've said or done to stop him from walking out of my life. I never hated him after he left, I was hurt. Another sad thing is, the hurt doesn't end there. You will miss him and you will think about him and you will be up until 4am crying, with memories burning your brain, his name burning your lips every time a sob escapes from your lips; it doesn't stop.

Sleepless nights because every time you close your eyes, his face is always there, you can see him and only him. Your friends don't understand, or at least, mine didn't. They didn't understand that he was there throughout my ups and downs. He made me happy during times, when i didn't think being happy was an option.

He moves on as well. While you're still drunk on the thought that maybe, he might come back because he's changed his mind. He's with another girl, making her feel the way you felt. And that's when you realise he's never coming back. Maybe he'll hurt this girl like he hurt you. Maybe she will hurt him and make him feel the way you do now. Or possibly they get married and live happily ever after; but there's no such thing as fairy tales and happily ever afters, at least not anymore.

And that's how it ends. Love turns you into the dreamer you were as a child, dreaming of your prince charming coming in and sweeping you off your feet. And hurt? Well. hurt turns you into a realist. I no longer believe in fairy tales because I realised that fairy tales don't exist in reality. Fairy tales are for the story books, and not everything you always dreamed of as a child can become a reality.

I still believe in love and I refuse to let the heartbreak of being in love make me bitter forever. But, it all comes with time. I may be sad and bitter today, but tomorrow, or maybe even next week, I could be the same person I was before I met him. I can be my old self again, and I may still be trying to find it, but I don't need him to be happy again. I lived without him once and I can live without him again.