Life, as I knew it.

It's like my skin doesn't fit quite right. I want to stretch but am confined. I find myself dissatisfied with everything that occurs. I am on the road to recovery right now. I fell in love. It ended melodramatically and continues sociopathically. If someone loves you, leaves you, comes back, loves you, leaves you, comes back, loves you, leaves you, comes back and is loving you again, do you wait? Or do you leave first? What if they don't leave this time? Allegedly, the third time is the charm. If they aren't happy and return to you, do they love you? I only have questions, and I need answers. I plan on finding the answers. How do you know you love someone? If you are willing to dedicate your time to them, do what they need to be happy, sacrifice personal comforts to help them achieve their goals, iron their shirts and want to spend the rest of your life seeing their face when you wake up, are you in love? I'd like to present to you, dear reader, that I love him. And that he loves me.

"Everybody has a different idea of love. I knew a girl once who told me, 'I knew he loved me when he didn't come in my mouth'."-Andy Warhol