Love?

"Tell me what it feels like, Please" That's what she said to me. How was I supposed to tell her that love wasn't what she was imagining? That the lonely nights of self doubt would only get worse? How was I to tell her that love didn't make everything better? In fact, it made some things worse. Your grades don't go up, and the glow on your skin fades You learn what it's like to hide pain in your smile Some nights you cry, more than you normally would Because, well, it's no longer your own burden that you have to carry. You question everything, including things you used to believe without a doubt Pressure from others forces you to tolerate things you normally wouldn't Happy days are rare occasions, and you develop frown lines You break; a little piece of you disappears each day. Of course that's not what I was going to tell her. That would crush her. So, I told her what she wanted to hear. Love is everything you ever imagined, and much, much more. You spend your nights in the comfort of someone else's arms; someone that cares deeply for you. The sun shines brighter, and the world becomes more beautiful suddenly. You have a support system; someone who motivates you, a reason to work harder. You smile more, and your happiness radiates, so much that other people start to notice. You don't have to face your troubles alone, so you cry less And on nights where you do cry, you've got a shoulder to lean on. You live life with certainty, and nothing can replace that. You enjoy being happy, and spreading it to those around you Some may envy you, but that's just part of the process. You laugh so much that your face has a permanent imprint of your smile. Happy days are eternal as you get to grow with someone you love by your side. I guess what she'll soon figure out is that one of these stories is permanent, while the other shows up occasionally. Only she can decide which is which.