Love is confusing
Love, does this really actually exist? I hope so because I am a hopeless romantic but it seems just when love seems right it goes or so wrong for me. I am madly in love with the love of my life. But I know somehow I will get hurt, I always do. I just want to be happy and somehow I always think it will happen for me and that I have found the one in everyone. But yet they always turn out to be the worse one. I want to have the dream, the family and husband and have the house and all of that. But sometimes I think I will never get that and just be me and be by myself.