Love

I wish I never knew what it feels like to be in love.

Bloody hell.

I fell in love with a pretty face.
I fell in love with playfulness.
I fell in love with foolishness and self-destruction.
I fell in love with strength and misery.
I fell in love with insanity and exhilaration.
I fell in love with passion.
I fell in love with love.

But love isn't enough.

Love and passion are great. It feels amazing to be swept off my feet by love, to lose my mind with passion, to lose my self in someone else's world.

I need that.

I also need respect, honesty and thoughtfulness.

Memories fade. Now that it's over, memories of lies, selfishness and disrespect fade. Feelings of disappointment, heartache and agony are forgotten.