Love. It's something that's supposed to hurt. It's supposed to be felt everytime you see him, or her. Love. What does that even mean? Like how am I suppodes to know that. It's just a word someone made up and said "I love you."
But Love is just like pain, it demands to be felt. That's what one of my favorite authors said throug a wonderfull book. Sometimes I wish my life was like a book, not those that are just like reallity, but those where everything is perfect in the end. Even though i know there is never really The End in this world. There is always something that comes after you, when your time is up. And you have no other choice but to except it.
