Love
They say love is the most wonderful thing in the world. Were you are on cloud 9. If love is suppose to be a wonderful thing then why do I feel so much pain. He hits me every day and every night he fills me with flowers and "I'm sorry." Is that what love is? Sometimes I have had enough but I can't leave him and he loves me. We talk about it and he promises he'll stop but then why is it hurting more not less? My friends and family find out and tell me to leave, but I can't I love him too much. I know he loves me the pain must be a way to show that. I love him. I love him so much. Today is the day I died. He went too far today. But I'm not sad this must show how much he loves me. I guess it's true what they say about love. It is blinding and if you're not careful love can be the death of you.