I wanted a love which was all consuming, the love that swallowed you whole and made you feel like the whole earth was made just for you. I thought I knew what I wanted, the feeling of ecstasy were I was so high nothing could harm or touch me. I didn't think about the fall or what happened when it was over but in reality that was all I should have considered. The downfall was hard, the emotions consuming me leaving me breathless, struggling for air. In the end it wasn't worth it because love never really is, the highs aren't enough to distract from the constant lows and in the end we're all left yearning for something that just wasn't quite enough.