It is the stupidest thing.

First you see it and you fall for it.

Then you can't het it out of your head!

After that you can't stay away because you are obsessed.

When that happens you heart beats faster and more often.

Your stomach does flips and you feel queasy.

You get sweaty palms and you feel like flying.

Then something goes wrong.

You fight and you cry and you become angry.

You want to scream and punch your pillow constantly.

Then you feel your face wet, tear drops.

You hold your stomach because it hurts now.

You lean back and look into nothing because you don't care anymore.

When that all stops you hear a loud shattering crack.

You break down the middle and then burst into a billion little pieces.

You feel worthless and meaningless.

You sit in old clothes eating ice cream for a week.

After all that you get comfort and pity.

Then when you're all cleaned up it happens again.

Why?

Because we love that feeling in the beginning.

Because we pray it lasts and we pray every second.

Because, because: love is love.