I lay awake at night and wonder,is love really worth it?
Is it worth the pain and heartache?
Is it worth the sleepless worrying?
Then I wonder...
why do we even fall in love at all?
Love isn't all flowers and fairytales.
It's not at all perfection.
Why do we subject ourselves to such torture?
Do we fall in love because we're supposed to?
Does society actually have us beliveing that love is nessecary?
I just don't get it.
Why do we do it?!?
Just as I get to the point where i really don't think it's worth it,
I look over my shoulder to the man lying next to me.
As soon as i see him lying there,drool and all,I get it.
It's people like him and moments like these that make it worth it.
When i see him there i realize that he's worth it.
He's worth the effort.
Maybe love isn't worth it...
But he is and thats all that matters to me.
But then again,
Since he's worth it to me and i love him i guess that is love.
So then i realize that love really is worth it to me.
so Now i ask...
Is it worth it to you?
