It's sickening.
to believe that you may only have
one real love... that you may
never fall in love like that again.
and to watch your heart..
and mind;
body and soul
&& that part of you that
has yet to be defined
fall out - of - love with that one person.
and all the while not understand why
they hold so much.
so fucking much significance.
that you think every future relationship
just may be stagnant. and it leaves such
a bitterness.
because I never asked for any of this shit.