Love, your idealistic but by far to unrealistic, with a nature so caring and gentle, only to become harsh and uncaring by simple changing and passing of time. Now i stand here with a broken heart once more, only knowing i dont wanna love again, yet still
not knowing or understanding what love is anyways, unwilling to try and be patient so i can learn, i stand here beside you not knowing how to love you or even begin to. Love, just tell me where to start.
