I love you.
What does that mean? Love.
So long ago, or so it seems, I had ideas about love. Love is when you have a boyfriend who loves you, and he's going to marry you, and you're going to live happily ever after.
Love is when Sam and Leah are at the beach, walking in the sand with no shoes on, holding hands.
Love is when a girl loves a guys, and he loves her.
Love. Love. Love.
Love is disgusting.
Love is a lie.
Love is when Sam loves Emily. And Emily loves Sam. And Leah loves Sam. But who loves Leah?
No one. I am just Leah. I love Sam, I always will. But he will never love me.
What is love? I have some ideas. Love is when you want someone so bad you want to rip your heart out, but you cant have them.
Love is when you need someone, or else you're going to break into a million pieces, and then you do.
Love is when Sam love Emily, and Emily loves him back, and they skip off into the sunset, forgetting about Leah.
I love you.
You say it, but what means the world, is when someone says it back.
And I will never have that. Because no one loves the bitter she-wolf that is Leah.