Love.
Such a small word can mean so much to us. To some it brings a feeling of hate, a bitter heartache of a failed relationship. To others it bring this giddy, happiness that's unexplainable. It could be love for a friend, family, a significant other but all in all when that simple word is said it creates an intense bond between those people. Love is like a promise, if kept it bring immense joy if broken it can destroy a person.
I am one that hasn't quite learned the meaning of love. I have been in love or maybe it was a strong infatuations but I used the word love to describe what I felt. It was the first time in my short life that I had felt such emotions and feeling for a person. So after some time I was sure and I said those words but I was unaware of the bond I formed with him...
For the most part we were glued at the hip, when we were apart we lived off our cell phones and as odd a couple as we were we fit.
As time passed we grew close, we always fought but we always made up. It wasn't the ideal relationship, no one has that but we worked so well. There were no flaws among us. But there was this thing with me, I always gave up when things got hard. When we argued HE fixed things, HE remembered special moments. It was a lopsided relationship and I always gave up on him.
Why?..I still ask myself why I let him go.
