Longing

         Love works circles, mysterious circles that can drive you insane. It can bring happiness, laughter, bliss. It can also bring sadness, bitter words, and hell.

         Love causes pain. It always has. It always will.

         I long for you constantly because of this wretched curse of love. It keeps me awake at night; fills my thoughts during the day. How I long for your attention, your smile, your friendship! In my dreams, you are mine, and we sail on a cloud of my fantasies. But love, cruel love, always brings me back to Earth. Every card I play, you ignore. Every advance I make, you reject. Each gambit I take brings only anguish, yet I stay as strongly addicted as ever.

         If love was perfect, I would be infinitely happier.

         But if love was perfect, it wouldn’t be love at all.



Written for the "Twitterpated: A 140 Word Challenge" contest. Word count: 140