Guilt and pain.
Why is it that those two words
always stem from love?
The pure blissfulness of love
never comes without a price,
it seems.
Headaches,
heartache,
heartbreak,
crying,
arguing,
despair.
It's so much
that some will walk away
from the "L" word completely,
just to save themselves
from the pain.
Is the bliss of love worth it?
Does it really stay?
