Love. Why do people in fall in love. It doesn’t get you
anywhere. Boy meets girl, girl meets boy they fall in “love” and then what?
What happens then? They get comfortable. They get bored. They cheat, they
fight, and they cry. Ultimately, it ends in heartbreak. So what’s the point? Do
people just enjoy getting heartbroken? I know I don’t. I’ve been there to many
times. From the time I was fifteen to the time I was nineteen I had my heart
broken over and over again, but people that didn’t deserve the love I gave.
Now, things are so different. I tell myself not to love, hell don’t even like
someone. Liking someone only means that feelings are there and they’re going to
grow, until that stupid little thing called love develops. I can’t have that.
There is one problem though. After every heartbreak I’ve been through. After
all the tears I’ve cried over people that shouldn’t have mattered to me. After
everything. I find myself in the same position I’m always in. I met a guy and
he’s just pretty amazing. The problem? I’m not about to get hurt again. Even
though I’ve already caught feelings. I’m doing everything I can to not let them
grow, but I’m not doing a very good job. I’ve tried belittling myself. Pointing
out every damn flaw I can find, but nothings worked. I’ve tried giving him
reasons not to like me, but it doesn’t work. He’s still here. To look at me
with those eyes that make my heart skip and those lips that give me
butterflies. When he calls me beautiful, I believe him. When he calls me
amazing, I believe him. So I guess, I’m already screwed. He’s done the one
thing no one else could. He made me believe what he says. I’m starting to feel
that I’m not going to be able to scare him away or make him hate me. The truth
is I don’t want him to hate me. I’m just scared. I’m just really scared.