What is love?

Some people would explain love as puppy kisses or this constant feeling of pure happiness, but I don't believe them. I cannot help but think that love is dangerous. Love can hurt you in so many ways. For instance, you may give your heart to someone who you believed to be as pure but then, they turned out to be corupt, but the thing is, that no matter how hard you try to get it back, your heart still belongs to them.

To me, love is this constant fear that you have your life in the hands of someone who has wished you dead for so long and you know it there is an unfortunate outcome just waiting. The thing is though, that you never know when they are just going to end it, so the suspense drones on and on and on and every moment of the day you are just wondering, Will this be my last?

My heart aches at any mention of his name, any fraction of a second that I see his face because I know that I will never be the same. It pains me to say that even after years, any reminder of him just rips me in two in that very spot where i stand and there is nothing anyone can do to help me. No matter how hard they try, I will never be the same daughter, the same neice, the same sister, or friend, or classmate that I was before I looked into those ice blue eyes.

But love can also be a good thing, when it comes to love, it is one of the most unpredictable forces in the world. Maybe love is like puppy kisses or the feeling of pure happiness, but I guess I will never feel that kind of love for my heart is in the most dangerous of hands. What is love to me? Now I know, love is pain...