Is love really ever enough?
Is love really ever enough? I think about you now. I think about you often. I think about the last time we saw each other and how it all ended on such a bad note. I walked away. Actually, I ran away — that was more like it, really. We argued about so much and there were so many things we didn’t see eye to eye on. Our conversations became heated and it all became much too hot for me. I had to walk away. I had walked away before. And then I came back and you accepted me with open arms. I wasn’t deserving but I was indeed grateful. Until it all happened again. Is love really ever enough? Months and months passed and unbeknownst to you I thought about you, and perhaps unbeknownst to me, you thought about me. But I knew. I know. I know you never stop thinking of me. And I supposed I never stopped thinking about you either. You were always there in the back of my mind whether I realized it or not. Is love really ever enough? I went back out there to find the perfect person. What
