seeing you, seeing them, seeing what life has become, it makes me wonder, how is it that some can forget so quick, and others, unable to forget the comfort, the warmth.
without those around us, we fail to see whats not there, and yet, until it's gone we don't know what we have. life is something we all hold and yet some of us choose to be unpleasent, difficult. if it were so, then why even try, to be important, to be impressive.
in life we have to learn to be slefless, be kind, be understanding, and yet in love, if we are those things, love passes us by. so is it ok to be slefish in the arms of love? to only want them to see you, for them to think of only you, for them to belong to only you?
if liking someone were a crime, then we would all be in trouble, and yet for love, knowing and not acting is also a crime. for you who loves and hids, it is painful, and yet for the person who loves you back, to have and yet to not have it the world becomes a place without lights. without words you can become apart of someone;s life, and at the same time without words you leave, leaving a trail of pain behind you. so please, if you do love, like, don't hid, because you may never know what the other is thinking. because, knowing and not having is more painful then knowing and loosing.