Love has never been a positive thing for me. Every time I've loved someone only pain has seemed to follow. So when you tell me you love me it comes as bittersweet words. It's something I truely long for but it's something I feel will always escape me. I am too näive to know when I am being lied to because I hope that someday someone can love me the way that I am. Until then, I will have many nights where I wait for you, like tonight, only for you to never come. I don't like pretending I'm strong. Sometimes I want to cry, I want to have a hero that can save me from myself. Maybe one day I will be enough.
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