Citty-girl123

It is always there. Never ending; never beginning. Noticing it only when there is no one around to make you notice it is always there; always with you. And we all hate it. We hate it more than anything else in the world. Why? Because it consumes us until there is nothing left but our sorrow. It does not show mercy to the weak or sick. It does not stop even if we beg on our knees, pleading with all our pitiful hearts. It does not go away even when we feel like it is not even there anymore. It will always be there. Watching; waiting. Watching us from its spot in the back of our minds; waiting for a moment to strike when we are at our we

We all grow up learning about love in our own ways. Naive. Stubborn. Innocent. Harsh. Blunt. Pure. Each different; each the same. However, there comes a point in time where we allow ourselves to open up to that one special person. Either it be to the same gender or of the opposite gender. Best friend or partner. We will always open our hearts to someone, hoping they will receive it and give back theirs. When this action does occur, we become blind. Completely and utterly blind. We don't notice it. Nor do we realize its occurrence. It just happens. Now, it's not necessarily a bad thing. It's not a bad thing to have complete faith in that