Love hurts...

"What's in a name in which we call a rose, by any other word would smell as sweet." -Shakespeare...

How confusing and frustrating. Spending hours and hours on countless thoughts only to have it destroyed in a second. How a rose bends along with the wind, but growing with another breaks the same. It is not the same as "Oh damn! My boyfriend wants to have *** with him..." but rather "Why should I stay away from my true love, oh to protect him" If only parents could understand that loves blooms in even the darkest caves, that even the weakest bird flies.

I go to sleep everyday thinking of a way to be together. I go to sleep everyday with your face as the last thing I see. And when my spirits drop, it's your arms wrapping around me, it's your voice telling me that every thing's OK, it's your lips silencing my depressing thoughts. So even though you're the perfect one for me, we are not allowed to spend eternity in each other's arms?