Love.

What is love, anyway?

I used to think I knew what love was. That bubbly feeling that begins in your chest when you meet that special someone, right?

How do you know when you're in love? You dream about them. You cant seem to get them off your mind, even though you want nothing more than to forget them.

I used to believe that. I used to believe in things like 'Love at first sight' and True Love. My brother Alfred always called me a hopeless romantic. He thought it was adorable how I'd sit up all night and read romance novels, or how I'd get so sad and worked up over them. He'd be the one to comfort me, to wrap those big strong arms around me and let me cry into his broad chest.

Alfred. Alfred just had to go ruin things. He had to bring me out of my stupid little fantasy and crush my heart, didn't he? See, Al ruined love for me.

It's a long story, and I don't exactly have the motivation to get into it right now. I'm also not going to sit here and cry over Alfred and tell you what a jerk he is, and how much I hate him, because I don't. He's an amazing guy. He's true, and caring, and loving. He's just an idiot. That, and completely blind.

He was too busy paying attention to himself to give a damn about my feelings. He just didn't see them. Half the time he didn't even see me. I know I'm invisible to virtually everyone, but I'd like to think my own brother would see me, acknowledge me, care about me.

All I'm saying, is don't place your trust in someone with gorgeous sandy blonde hair, or crystal-like sky blue eyes. Not in someone with big broad shoulders, or someone that's 6"2. Not with glasses, or with a cowlick in his hair that forces one strand to stand up, and is impossible to get to lay down. Why, you may ask?

All he's going to do is let you down. It isn't worth your sadness. If you don't even try, then there's no way he can hurt you. And he will hurt you. Believe me. Maybe not on purpose, but your heart will break one way or another.

Don't get me started on why. I could be here for hours.

Pay attention to my words. They are true, and come straight from my heart. They form from the heartbreak I've encountered. I don't want anyone to ever have to go through what I have. It isn't fair. No one should have to feel this way. No one should have to sit in the dark and cry themselves to sleep. No one should ever even contemplate taking their own life. But I have. And it hurts. It hurts more than anything else you'll ever feel in your life.

So do yourself a favor, alright? Save yourself the heartbreak.

Don't fall in love.