Why must love, be so painful, I've always thought, it was something gentle, something that was a good thing in our lives. But now I've felt it, I can't stop hating it, the pressure of love is taking me in. And when you ask me, how does it feel, then I can't give you the right words. It eats you inside, takes you over, and suffocates you until you give in. But if love fails, you fall apart, because it has driven you in too deep. Then you've been betrayed, been hit and stabbed, and with every time like that, you get more and more uncertain, wondering if true love even exists. That's what has happened to me, and probably will happen again. I never know when I'm going to fall in love, be mesmerized and obsessed, and on the next minute, shattered and broken. I wrote this to a friend. So this one has a dedication.