Love. I love a girl. She is an amazing girl who thinks nothing of herself, or at least not enough. I loved her so much it made me hurt. The pain felt good. Now it feels raw and decadant. Like rotten flesh. Everytime I say my feelings it hurts her more. My honesty makes her cry and my sincerity gives her more questions of my intentions. I don't think I can do anything anymore. I'm lost and maybe I deserve it for what I do. She would disagree and think it her own fault but I know better. Maybe the only thing I do know ha. I see pain all around me everyday and I ask myself what it's worth. It's worth maybe one more damn smile or a kiss or an ear or anything. But I doubt it now. I think this girl is alone and I can't help her. I can't do anything for the one girl I love. I'm going to ramble through life, and i'm gonig to be happy some days and sad some other, morose one day, ecstatic another, and i'm going to remember these past few months forever and say only this one thing. Love is the most healing and damaging, uplifting and depressing, solid and graspless thing I can imagine.