Love Is...

Love is... being wanted by the person who you love most in the world.
Love is... feeling special, like you're the luckiest person to be alive.
Love is... being happy and smiling, even when you just think of his name.
Love is... full of happy memories that will stay with you for ever.
Love is... enjoying life, even if it means just living for that special person.
Love is... seeing stars and you fly high through the sky, never wanting to come back down.
Love is... not being scared of anything because he will always be there to protect you.

Love is... being hurt as you're thrown to the floor, wondering if the end has come.
Love is... seeing blood flow from your veins as you simply try to forget.
Love is... being broken over and over again, having your heart shattered as you are told you are hated.
Love is... feeling hot tears sliding down your face being pumped from the permanant spring in your brain.
Love is... being pushed away, being stabbed in the back, being slapped round the cheek and being told that you'd be better off dead.
Love is... a cruel thing, that slowly tears you apart.. until there is nothing left.
Love is... dying. Dying for him and the people you care about, despite them not giving a f8ck about you.
Love is... feeling pain... a pain that will never leave you, not even after pulling the trigger, hoping for a better world.