What is this thing called Love? Why do I not understand? There are too many feelings that go along with this Do I want to be with him? Or does the sight of him make me sick? Oh, how I wish I knew Love should be a very simple thing But is often twisted and turned into something so complicated Everyone says that Love is blind But how can that be if he can't look past everything that has gone On? I long to be with him But I'm scared of actually running into him I don't think I could handle it if I did What does all this mean? Am I totally and completely crazy? Or is it that I'm crazy about him still? I'm trying so hard to get over him But his face keeps going through my mind almost everyday Everywhere I go I think I see him. No matter where I may be I look to see if he is there I just don't know what to do I've never felt this way about another person before What is it about him that makes him so different from the others that I've dated? What is this thing called Love? And why do I not understand?
Reason for writing:
a silly boy
Birth sign: Leo
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