He is Love

I, Louis Tomlinson, have fallen in love with a boy who is in my own dreams. A boy who is called Love. Maybe he is at least called that in my dreams. But maybe he is real, and I have seen him. But my heart doesn't want to remember the gorgeous face but my mind is trying to make me remember. And what I seem to not get is, why would my heart want to forget something so define and beautiful? Why would my heart want me to forget the boy who can make me love again? Why would it want to make me forget the boy called Love?