Love

Love.

A simple word we take for granted. 

A word we throw around constantly as if it doesn't mean a thing. 

A word that can make you feel like your on cloud nine, or can destroy your world in a heartbeat. 

We don't realize how powerful this word is. 

We don't stop to think about how this might affect someone's life. 

Sometimes it could be for the best, sometimes for the worst. 

 

Most of the time we look for love in all the wrong places. 

We search, and yearn for someone to wrap their arms around us, hold us close and whisper, "I love you."

But what happens when those words become lies? When the person you thought loved you, who told you they loved you more than anything in this world, leaves you? What then?

You over look it and say, "Oh well, things happen."? 

You turn the other cheek and find someone new?

No. You cry and scream and kick and yell, because God damn it all, you're hurt. And you want to let out all the feelings that you have inside you. 

 

And then, we move in to the anger phase. 

We go from, "I love you." To, "I hate you!"

We burn the things they gave us, we tear their pictures in half, we curse them and call them every name in the book we can think of, and what do we get in the end?

Nothing. 

 

After a while, we stop feeling like that. Swearig of love forever, and saying we'll never find another. 

But then, someone comes along and taps on your window in the middle of the night. 

You go to it, smiling slightly as open it, seeing that it's your best friend, and ask, "What are you doing here?"

He looks at you with his soft brown eyes and says, "I'm here to comfort you."

So you let him in, thinking that yes he'll be the best person to comfort you in your hour of hurt. 

But he does more than that. 

He turns your world upside down, by confessing his love for you. 

Telling you how beautiful you are, and that he's been in love with you for the past six years. 

He's watche you get hurt over and over again, and he's tired of it. 

He wants you. 

He wants to be with you. 

So you say yes. 

 

Love. 

A word I use to take for granted. 

A word I threw around constantly that didn't mean a damn thing to me. 

A word that makes me feel like I'm on cloud nine, and destroyed my world of hurt in less than a minute. 

And it was all because of him. <3

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unazucky #1
That was beautiful!
Unfortunately, i broke that "best friend" friendship months ago, so maybe you're right.
Crying, yelling, screaming won't fix anything, but it does help us feel better in a way.
I'm really glad you now know the meaning of the word ^^
Cheer4EXO
#2
It just like me when my ex-boyfriend tell me to break,I seriously curse him,and yes,the 'I love you' turn to 'I hate you'