Love hurts. I say that because I know. Love is... or was amazing. It's

an in credible  feeling to know what he's going to say. It's more
incredible the way he has me on the edge of my seat because he's so
completely random, I never know what's coming next. It's hard to
explain, but he filled some void in me, and now, without him, I'm
missing something again. I wonder if it will ever truly, whole heartedly
be filled again. I just don't want to know what it's like to hurt any
more