What love is really like.

Love is like a big party. Everyone is going to that party, But you. Your the loser that doesn't get invited even though its for everyone.

Your totally left out. You walk passed that big party that night in the cold and it starts to rain. You wipe away the rain from your face just watching and wanting to go and be apart of the action.

Suddenly not realizing how many people actually want to leave that party and want to go to another one.

( Hey people! To me that's what it feels like when your not with anyone. And also when you are with someone.)

*Comments anyone...?*