Sometimes I think, this time around, it won't hurt as bad. I think that I have things under control; my feelings under control. And guess what? Wayyy in the back of my mind, I know it just ain't so. But I tell myself that it will turn out differently, because the situation is different - whether it was the way we met or the way we fell in love. And for a while things are good and I'm happy and in love; eating and breathing and walking and sleeping love.
But then comes the day, when they stand in front of me, or lay in bed next to me...and I have no idea who they are. It is a horrible feeling to look at someone and realize, that everything may mean nothing and that some people use the word "love" without understanding the weight those four letters carry.
