Love Hurts
"Love Hurts"
So many times I've weeped in anger, from thinking he was the one for me, one unanswered phone call to the next, now I regret, how stupid could I be.
She gets butterflies from the thoughts, of what her love life has brought, all the pain that it has cost, and the lessons she's been taught.
So many times she just wants to text, call, get in the car and just go, to wherever he is, just to say hi, do what he's doing, you know.
Roll with him for the day, because that makes her day, His smile, his hug, his kiss, his presence, simple things take her breath away.
Then she sees small signs, but tries to look over them, because it just can't be. Please no, we were posed to grow, a love as deep as the sea.
Signs turn into true actions and it comes to realization to her, that although she saw something different at first....to him...she's just another. Remember. "Love Hurts"
- Brashard Booker
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