There is a love. Sometimes I want to jump off a bridge, shout something out loud, run out to the street with only wearing underwear and converse. Sometimes love hurts so much. There is no more. I find it hard sometimes to accept it. It is like being forced to move on even though the heart wants to stay where it is. Love is sick. Some people are terrible and some are wonderful. I guess you have to move on ... please .. this is a hassle for me.
I DON'T WANT TO. I just want you near me. That's all.