Being in love is a treasure. Being is love is what gives you that blissful feeling spread across your stomache. When you see that special person, the person who makes your day bright even when you feel as if it's the dakrest night. That person will make you feel gorgeous, comfortable, but petrified. The constant fear of losing this, this feeling, this person. The person who sweeps you off your feet and makes you feel whole once again. That when you're near them, or even in the same room, you get butterflies, and even their prescence makes you so happy.
But when you lose this person, you break. That other half of you is torn. Because when you love someone so much, that the loss and pain invests inside every chamber of your heart and it breaks. It tears you into microscopic pieces that are only seen by the one who did it. You yourself don't even see them, because you try to hide it as much as you can. The pain and the weakness you feel around him is unbearable. So, when you're in private the tears just stream down your face and your eyes become bloodshot and your cries become silent. You lose your breathe as you start to break even more and more.
After some time, you feel as if the pain is gone, and so does the person who caused it. So, they start to bring you back into their lives as just another person. But, you feel so much more than that. You realize the pain never really will go away, and this person will always be the one you are in love with.
Time passes on and you start to forget. But, your heart is so fragile. You have it under lock and key. But, every time you start to like someone else you say to yourself,"Remember what happened to me?"





(written by me)