In the beginning, that's the word everyone feels whenever they think of someone special.
Любовь is the word that brings people happiness.
It gives them life, meaning, hope and faith because one man and one woman, thinks that they're always going to be together.
But in the end, Любовь is nothing. Nothing compared to hatred или hurt. Любовь only causes pain to those who want to be loved.
Любовь is breaking someone's сердце whenever Ты hear that person say, "I don't Любовь you."
Любовь brings tears to those who are broken.
Любовь always has something else with it.
Sometimes it brings pain.
All those things are what Любовь has brought. Though some people fight for their love, evillness came raging back until it overwhelmes Ты with such force.
It's normal. It's life. It sometimes feels just right.
Любовь sometimes comes with a dream, but leaves with a nightmare.
What I don't understand is how a person can tell you so many lies and never feel bad about it.
Falling in love is like jumping off a really tall building. Your head tells you, "Idiot, you're going to DIE!" But your heart tells you, "Don't worry Pretty Girl you can FLY."
You can't make the same mistake twice, the second time. It's not a mistake, it's a CHOICE.
You should know by now that when I smile and say "Yeah, I'm fine." It's a code for: "NO! I'm not OKAY and I feel like my world is CRASHING DOWN AROUND ME!"
Eventually, you stop caring. Eventually it stops being the most important thing in your life.