I wrote this a few months ago. A lot has changed since then.

Love? Ha! I don't believe in it. To me it's just a word given by man to categorize an emotion far too complex to give a title. So no I don't believe in that word, I believe in that deep sick feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you think of how much you miss that person. How your heart wrenches in pain at the reality that she has moved on when for a year you've been stuck with the thought of loving her. I couldn't call this feeling love it's not pain all the time. When you think of her kiss. The way she smiles when you make a corny joke, the way her eyes light up when a game you both like comes out.What can you call that? Does something so complex and beautiful deserve a name?