It hurts to have your heart broken. With no hope at all. It's pathetic to cling to the little hope there is left, in the first place. But when your heart is broken, and you know, things will never be the same. It hurts. It hurts like hell.
I have been pathetic and broken. I have pushed myself down and picked myself back up. I put on a show, hiding my nervousness. I talked of near to nothing else for two bloody days, but messaging the boy, only to get my heart broken.
There will be others-hopefully. I doubt I'll remain single for my whole life. But I expect too much. Maybe it would be better if I did remain single.
But then again, there is the chance that one day I will find my fairytale romance. I will find someone who I can come home to and be kissed. Maybe, this person will love me wholly and never let me go. Maybe this person will love me just as much as I have loved them, or more. This person, whoever they may be, would know my favorite things, accept my strange obsessions, will love me gently, yet passionately. Maybe one day I will find this boy, because, I know somewhere, he exists.
true love is not easily acquired,
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it leaves us breathless and tired,
love without the lies,
for the people who care,
the ones who treat one fair,
with passion, compassion,
without the look thats ashen,
is the one who shows love,
the one whereof,
is the one who never stops thinking about them,
one not to condemn ,
but to enjoy every moment with,
and forgive,
one never knows what they have till its gone,
and love is one of those,
that rises in the new dawn