LoveLove is thrown around like the wind. Wind whisks through like little ballerinas gently tickling my face. My face breaks down from a smile to a frown in a split second. Every second, a relationship starts and ends. But how come my seconds haven't been full of love, but hatred, regretfulness, and pain. Tons of pain. Love can be painful, love can be sweet. But when love comes to me, it's just like a lousy friend, coming and leaving without a chance....... to say........ goodbye.