Imagine this:
Your walking down the street minding your business. A complete stranger walks up to you and pulls a gun. Without warning, aiming straight for your chest they pull the trigger. PAUSE. Thats when the dream starts. Thats when she walks in your life, thats when everything seems perfect, thats when your heart isn't yours anymore. It's hers. Things seem too good to be true, then suddenly things stop being so perfect. Thats when things start to change. Thats when the word hate gets used a lot more. BANG. That's when you come back to reality and the bullet peirces your heart.
Get it?
You can only dream love, you can't live it.
Wow,this is really good the way you compare a gun to love .it just left me speechless and with my mouth open by the shock of how you put it together .nice work .
