Do you love me for me..or only to show off to our friends who hold no capacity for love....why am i tortured with a word that is supposed to mean happiness?

As the minutes pass, i watch the past, the tears begin to fall, and i have to crawl in my own swirl of emotion....if only i could forget the past

If love lasts forever, why does it always seem to end?

True love is real, thats for certain, but is our longing quest to find the truest of true love only hurting our potential of love completely?