Looking out the window I see a happy couple. They are strolling down the street, and a feeling of envy takes over me. They seem so happy, so

carefree, so in love. Love. It's a terrible thing, befriending some, and stabbing others. For some people love is hell, as is for me. The moment

you're confident of what's going on, it rips the rug from beneath your feet. Love is deceiving and unreliable but it feels so damn good to want

somebody, and they want you back. The happiness that it brings you before the pain settles in makes you wish you could stay in that moment,

and be that way forever. But it doesn't last. Not even in fairytales. It all must come to a tragic, lonely ending.

Isn't love wonderful?