The Pain of Love

Love.

How do we measure it?

The way your stomach tingles when she looks you in the eyes?

How long your heart stops when you finally hold her hand?

No.

Love.

Is the feeling of pain after its all over.

When you.

Alone.

And hurting, realize what you had, and what the feelings all meant.

At the time they were hollow feelings. But now... When you live each day. Reminded by the smallest things of what you had in your hands is gone.

You feel.

Pain.

The pain of love.

And all you can do is hurt, hurt for more of it. The pain is addicting, and when your heart can bear it no longer, the eyes... They help carry the burden.

They shed a single tear.

A tear, that to you means the world and your own existence. But when that tear hits the ground you feel free.

Free of that pain.

The pain of LOVE.

Reviews

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

outstanding one to read over and over again.