Why do Romantic Relations seem to hold the hardest...

In a blur of emotion, she passes by me again..

Does love only show itself when you no longer spend your days searching it out?

Bitter sweet is the love of her and me,

feelin like we could go on forever her and me,

knowing something like WE couldn't exist when it comes to her and me,

-Breathing in the cold breath of the universe and cooling a burning heart,

Alot of memories good and bad; see it as envy of time spent yesterday,

reaching in myself replayin home movies of the him and she I wish was we,

used to be we were exchanging smiles and talkin later,

exchangin ideas and feelin the universal love we shared,

*breathe now*... If we ever were real then let it be said... I always cared...

The reason I have the ideaology that life is female is before the end of we, my whole was ever circling around she...