A critique to Love and Hope

A Story by Lizardo

So i was with a friend in my school and we both got knock out by the thing we call ''Love''

I asked her: ''what did we do to dersive this?'' ''We suck at love'' ''everybody harms us''

She anwered me: ''Dude, i feel horrible, i feel really lonely and probably i'm going to be alone for the rest of my life''

''I'm thinking that to'' I said, and i didn't say it happy, i felt really terrible, i mean, love is supposed to be hapiness for people, not to get their hearts crushed againts the wall.

My friend started crying and felt like it to. Love is wonderful when you like somebody, but its your worst enemy when somebody crushed your heart in to a million pieces.

Everybody you see walking in the streets probably has their heart broken, or are going out with someone and have their hearts healthy.

But love is love, and it is something that not even the great scientist have know its real truth.

Love is a two-armed weapon, is either for good, or for bad.

I told my friend: ''i know we both got our hearts crushed, but, probably someday we will find someone''

''someone who really is going to take care of us''

The only little thing me and friend need, is Hope, Hope that someday will knock on your door or in my door and ask if ge can stay the rest of your life with you.