What does love got to do with it?

What does love got to do with it?

I love you. I love you so much and nothing will ever change that. I don't care if we never end up together. you will forever have my heart because you are perfect. You are everything I've ever wanted in a guy and at least I have you in my life. I never want to lose you because honestly I would not be able to handle it. You're happiness is all that matters to me and if that's with someone else then so be it. I may not be the one for but you are most definitely the one for me. I don't know how I keep managing to fall for you. I try not to but it just happens all over again every time I "stop". It's you. It's always been you. Since seventh grade. My heart beats fast every single time I see you. When we hug I never want to let go. I trust you with everything. You're my best friend. I can only hope that time will bring us together one day. I have no idea how long that will take but I'll wait forever because I'm in love with you... That's what I would've said a year ago. I could've swore that I would only ever love you. They say that if you truly love someone that there's no way you could ever fall "out" of it. Well I think that's such bullshit because I know for a fact that I loved him. I loved him immensely. Every time I saw him my heart beat faster, everything around us slowed down, and I wanted to hug him forever. And then over the years as we grew closer, I noticed his flaws, but accepted them because I loved him anyway. He was everything I ever wanted. I had hope for us. So I continued to fall deeper and deeper for this boy; I wanted to marry him someday. I remember times when I put everything on the line for him, stayed up and talked to him day in and day out when he hit a rough spot because I wanted to make sure he would be okay. But then after awhile, giving your all yet receiving nothing in return gets old. It starts to hurt. You start question why you aren't good enough and your self esteem plummets yet I found myself still holding on because when I look at...

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