Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own enterprise. Someone else does. That someone is not me.

A/N: …My first T/R. So all you decent writers out there, please don't hurt me!! v.v;;

Please review and I'll post the second chapter ASAP.

Will

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A Vicious Cycle.

Love, smile, kiss, tear. Love, smile, kiss, tear.

Those four things make up love. The feeling of meaning the world to someone and that person meaning the world to you. Nothing seems to matter when you're in love. The world revolves completely around you and your partner, no one cares, no one sees. And you don't care that you're unusual or different from the rest because you're together, and that's all that matters.

Love, smile, kiss, tear. Love, smile, kiss, tear.

But love is just an illusion. A distorted reflection of the twisted world we live in. An illusion created by the desperation and the need to feel loved and wanted. An image that the mind creates, in which another human finds you attractive and loves you for who you are. Wouldn't we all like to stay in that make believe world? Yes, of course we would, if not only to escape the monotony and hurt of every day life.

Love, smile, kiss, tear. Love, smile, kiss, tear.

But real life is cruel. At every twist and turn you are reminded that you're different, that you're wrong. And each time you see a new face, an old one comes to swoop them away and inform them of your abnormality. When you enter a room full of chattering people like a child at a formal dinner party, there is that momentary silence, when they look at you and then turn away, resuming their conversations without you.

Love, smile, kiss, tear. Love, smile, kiss, tear.

The cold shoulder lasts all of your life. At first, there is a veil, people pretending to understand, to still like you, to accept you and still want to be your friend, but it's all lies. All lies to try and soften the blow when your heart's torn out by the one you loved leaving you. And once they've gone, it doesn't matter that you're alone in the world now, the people you considered friends wash their hands of you and leave you.

Love, smile, kiss, tear. Love, smile, kiss, tear.

So you're back at the beginning again, you're alone, standing outside in the pouring rain looking hungrily through the window and wishing that you were one of those normal people you can see, laughing and joking with their friends. You want to be that man holding hands with that girl, or you want to be that girl who's kissing that guy. But you remember that you're different, and you turn away from the happy scene, content for now to ignore the gaping hole in your life.

Love, smile, kiss, tear. Love, smile, kiss, tear.

But while you're walking alone in the rain, an umbrella finds itself over your head, and you look up into gorgeous smiling eyes, and you find that you can't say no to the innocence, even though you can feel the vicious cycle starting all over again…

Love, smile, kiss, tear. Love, smile, kiss, tear.

A/N: Crappy ne? Right, review please!!

Willow

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