I remember that it hurt. Loving him hurt. It hurt because I remember every thing - every scream that left my lungs, every sob that broke my lips, every knife that pierced my skin, every lie that touched my ears - everything. I don't know what love is - hell, I don't know if I've experienced it or not. I don't know if what I've experienced is a longing to be needed and wanted - or if he was someone I needed and wanted. All I know is that it hurts, loving him hurts.All Rights Reserved