Then she came back. My best friend, the one that makes the pain go away. The one who makes me smile when I am sad. The one who gives me hugs when no one else is there, and the one I hold close. She is my rose. She’s the star that I look at every night. She’s my other half and the one that completes me.
When you’re happy, things are different, and when you’re in love the world feels more brighter. It feels like you’re flying and like butterflies are flittering in your stomach. This feeling isn’t hate, it’s not pain, it’s not happiness. It’s something more than happiness. It is love.