
Love is strange yet unforgiving. He pushes and pulls me like some one in love would do. But he is not in love with me, just some one else. Love is not an option, just something that comes and goes as it pleases. I don't know why I just do. Do you think I want to love some who doesn't love me or who I will never be with? No. In fact I don't even know if what I feel is really love I just assume, I feel like an idiot, so I must be in love. I hate love, I don't want to do it. If you ignore it, it can pass. I truly believe that but, only if you stay away. But of course you don't to stay away, you want to feel that love that torture in your life, it keeps you going keeps you thinking. For now I think I love you, how horrible is that?



