You know that kind of love, you know, that forever kind of love the one that will always be there even if every single thing inside of you is screaming it can not be. Or maybe its not screaming its just that you simply don’t want to love but desperately want to hate, so you say it to yourself repetitively over and over. yet still when confronted by that one single person you’ve been trying so hard to hate and forget you find yourself at your weakest, unable to do so, your heart melts and you find your self in submission at there mercy. Every thing you told your self you would say or what you would do is forgotten, and as the shattered foundations of your little world crumble, you watch helplessly hoping for that one single moment when you will remember what is to be said and what is not to be forgotten. until the moment when you stand up and show this person, no show the world, you are no longer a captive in there twisted little game, you will no longer stand idly by and watch them destroy what is rightfully yours. You will reach out and take solace in the fact that you have succeeded where others have failed, and are no longer a prisoner of guilt, a mindless sheep obliviously following the herd. but alas what would I know I am only a fool in love.