Real love accepts you for who you are. It doesn't matter what you've done or where you've been, Or who you are. Sometimes real feelings of love make me feel suffocated Where I can't breath, and I want to run. It makes me be rude because I can't accept real love. Will be there anytime, day or night.
Real love hurts.
The darkness with all the hopelessness. Real love is worth the pain if there is a change involved. Sometimes I act in ways I shouldn't towards you. I ignore you when I want to cling to you. Letting go of you doesn't mean I stopped caring.