Love. It's funny because they say it conquers all. I spent my entire childhood waiting for a love that would sweet me off my feet like a princess. You grow up expecting a prince to give you everything you deserve and to carry you over puddles and to sing love songs to you. And nobody every tells you that the thing love can conquer is your hope and your innocence. I spent my life waiting to love someone like in a movie and I didn't realize that love could be so relentlessly devastating. I have spent years of my life loving someone who led me on, loving someone who never knew I existed, loving someone who broke my heart. I've been let down by love so many times and yet I can't stop giving in to it and I will never understand why something I thought would give me life has given me nothing but scars. And here I am, caught between loving someone and hating myself for it. Again. And for what? I'm stuck in a place where I'm unhappy without him but I will never do anything about it because my fear of rejection just might kill me. I know everyone says never give up on love, there's someone out there for everyone. I'll never to able to stop falling in love. I fall too hard, too easily, and too fully. But I have no faith, no hope, and no more energy to putinto something that has never given me anything back but happiness that never lasts.