Sunday, March 29, 2009

...It is when you can't sleep. When you keep thinking about him. When you relate songs to moments spent with him. When you start smiling out of the blue. When you keep looking at his pictures. Keep wondering what he's like. Day-dream of meeting him. It is, when you're hurt. When you want him to be there for you all the time. It is when you experience jealousy for any matter. It is there. It is love.