Butterflies.. The pain in your chest when it skips a beat,the bolts of electricity when he holds your hand, and the spark when your lips met. Isn't that how you call it love?.
Pretend love, was when I hooked up with a guy thinking I could learn to love him when time passes by. Yet with such idiotic belief in the end I have broken him into tiny pieces. There weren't no butterflies, no bolts of electricity and sparks. It was all empty,pure emptiness. That's the difference when between true love and forced love. For love only comes when it comes. You can never force it. It's devastating to see the person who loved you cry in front of you becaus