As I grew up I learned that love only brought a person pain.
Then I began thinking, if love brings you pain is it worth it for the moments that you are happy?
I love someone, and I believe he loves me, but what if it is all a lie?
Could that be all love really is, a lie?
This is the first time I've actually experienced love, and it's wonderful.
But will it come back to haunt me?
Will it bring me only pain and sorrow in the end?
I have always only had one fear, the fear of never being good enough.
Would this fear get in the way of love?
Who is to say he even truely loves me?
I'm just a proxy after all...
I love him, and if he truely loves me then I'll be content.