I got bored one night, and ended up with this. It's just Isabella thinking. Hope you like it.

It hurts. A lot.

Yeah, I act as if I don't care.

Of course I care.

I always have.

Every day it's the same thing. I always feel so unimportant around him. Guess that's just how it is.

Love is complicated.

It's amazing, exhilarating, and probably the most intense and wonderful emotion there is.

But it hurts.

Because love is a two way street. And he doesn't realize that yet. I'm stuck wandering it alone. Waiting for him to walk along with me.

I dream of the day. The day when he finally realizes what I truly think of him. The day when he will hold me tight and never want to let go. The day when I can whisper the words I've been wanting to ever since I met him.

I love you.

It's complicated.

It shouldn't have to be.

Love should be easy. But I suppose if it was then it would be boring.

I don't mind boring.

But I have to admit I do love danger. Danger is exciting. I love the kind of things that will take my breath away. He can do that.

He does it every day.

It's never quite enough for me.

I guess I just have to live with it.

Yeah, love hurts.

But would you have it any other way?

I know I would.