Love?

Again, this is random. I don't know why I even write stuff like this.

Do you love me?  Do you say yes?  Do you open your heart?  Do you open your eyes?  Are you ready for the pain?  Oh, I can bring the hurt.  It's the kind of hurt that makes you want to rip out your heart and scream to the heavens, 'Why have you done this to me?  Why must everything go wrong?'

 

I know how that feels.  Because I've felt that before.  When you give someone a hug and they're limp in your arms.  Or you give them a kiss, and they turn their head.  Or if you tell them...

 

You love them.

 

When you told them this, they didn't respond.  They sat on your couch, high as a kite.  But, you we're both that way.  Maybe that's why you we're saying it.  You didn't know any better.  But deep down...

 

Two days later and your sitting in his room, just snuggling together, and you say those three words.  This time, you're sure you mean it.  You've meant it every other time, too.  Just too afraid to admit that.  But still, he does the same thing.  Nothing.

 

Anything would be better than nothing.  A kiss, a hug, even just a squeeze on your hand.  Any other way to let you know that you're being an idiot.  I mean, you shouldn't be saying I love you, you're too young. 

 

That's what they all say.

 

'I love you' is always out there, and it can always be said.  Just sometimes, people get confused on who to say it to.