Why do those who write about love complain?
It angers me that apparently to be in love we have to be misserable.
We cry when we dont have it and when we do we cry even more.
We want that 'special' someone but when we have them we want someone else.
We want all the attention in the world but once we have recieved it, we need space.
Why do we always want what we cannot have?
(the end of last year this is what I believed, until i met someone who changed my whole outlook on love, there was finally someone who could change my mind. I couldnt be happier)
