Love. who knew one word that is so short have such a BIG meaning and bring us so much pain make us do things we never thought we would do, trust someone more than we trust ourselves, give them everything we can, and when its over you are forced to ask your self "was it really worth it?" then we put ourselves in pain to take the pain in our hearts away because, we know that we have lost the one thing we hoped we would never lose e begin to wonder if we will ever love or trust again. how can we? we gave our heart to someone just to have it shoved back in our faces again in a million pieces. the one you thought you could love and trust "doesn't wanna hurt you" for some dumb ass reason and they wind up hurting us more then they thought they would, but you stand there with a stupid smile on your face and say "if all we can be is friends right now, then I'm fine." but behind closed doors, when your all alone the real person and real feelings show, and the person you pretend to be disappears and is no more, almost like it dissolves into thin air. you want to tell them how you feel, but the fear of being laughed at for how you feel stops you. its over whelming. you feel as if you've been stabbed in the back. killed. dead. lifeless. now they will never know. no happy ending to this fairy tale.
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remember, not all fairy tales end in a "...and they lived happily ever after."
