Love, or how you prefer to call it
I am going to dedicate this livejournal to Love.
What about love? What is love actually? How do you feel when you're in love? Do you feel happy? Do you smile all day long, thinking of that one person? Do you spend an hour in front of the mirror every morning just to look good for that person?
I don't know. And it beats me. Love is for fools. I don't believe in Love, just as I don't believe in God.
I just can't get my mind around why some people would do anything for love. Love is just a stupid game, and people always end up hurt. I can tell, I've been hurt before. Let me tell you a little story.
She stood in front of the mirror, nervous but o so excited. This was her first date with him. She went on some dates before with other boys but this had to be special. She checked if her clothes were clean, if she smelled good and if her hair looked great. The boy next door walked in her room and told her she was beautiful, as always. She smiled at him. Although he was 4 years older he was always very nice to her. She looked at the clock. In five minutes he was supposed to pick her up. She got afraid. What if he didn't show up? What if he just played with her?
As if he could hear her thoughts the doorbell rang. She runned downstairs and opened the door, gasping for breath. He looked at her and she gave him a cute smile. 'You look gorgeous you know?''he told her. She giggled, and hated herself for giggling. He gently took her hand and held it as they walked towards the cinema. After the film he took her to a disco. When they were dancing he first kissed her. She enjoyed it and kissed him back. Hours seemed to pass on and after that it was time to go home. He walked her to her door and kissed her again. 'Good night.'he whispered. 'I'm gonna stay op all night and think about you.' After that he left, leaving her behind on a pink little cloud.
For the next days everything went great. Until that one day, when she was a bit earlier at school then normal. The day she saw him kissing her best friend.
You see? That's why I hate love and I don't trust boys. They're stupid. All they think about is how to get Laid, or the fastest way to talk a girl into your bed.
What about love? What is love actually? How do you feel when you're in love? Do you feel happy? Do you smile all day long, thinking of that one person? Do you spend an hour in front of the mirror every morning just to look good for that person?
I don't know. And it beats me. Love is for fools. I don't believe in Love, just as I don't believe in God.
I just can't get my mind around why some people would do anything for love. Love is just a stupid game, and people always end up hurt. I can tell, I've been hurt before. Let me tell you a little story.
She stood in front of the mirror, nervous but o so excited. This was her first date with him. She went on some dates before with other boys but this had to be special. She checked if her clothes were clean, if she smelled good and if her hair looked great. The boy next door walked in her room and told her she was beautiful, as always. She smiled at him. Although he was 4 years older he was always very nice to her. She looked at the clock. In five minutes he was supposed to pick her up. She got afraid. What if he didn't show up? What if he just played with her?
As if he could hear her thoughts the doorbell rang. She runned downstairs and opened the door, gasping for breath. He looked at her and she gave him a cute smile. 'You look gorgeous you know?''he told her. She giggled, and hated herself for giggling. He gently took her hand and held it as they walked towards the cinema. After the film he took her to a disco. When they were dancing he first kissed her. She enjoyed it and kissed him back. Hours seemed to pass on and after that it was time to go home. He walked her to her door and kissed her again. 'Good night.'he whispered. 'I'm gonna stay op all night and think about you.' After that he left, leaving her behind on a pink little cloud.
For the next days everything went great. Until that one day, when she was a bit earlier at school then normal. The day she saw him kissing her best friend.
You see? That's why I hate love and I don't trust boys. They're stupid. All they think about is how to get Laid, or the fastest way to talk a girl into your bed.