Even the dead loved...once...

I'm always amazed at love. It's something that I find no matter how hard I try, it creeps back into my head. It moves like smoke in an empty room, until it's filled. I know, that's not very romantic, but let me explain.
I find that when I can't sleep at night, and the vision of a girl that I'm in love with enters my mind, I feel serine. When I'm in pain, when I'm alone, when I'm depressed, there's always that feeling of love that can save me. It brings me to new heights and kills all that pain with an instant. Thank you.
However...love can do far worse...if it's not a true love I mean. It can delude the mind...make you think things that aren't entirely true, and cause great pain. Pain that not only haunts you at night, but will make you wish to be numb. This pain I speak of, isn't for the missing of someone, althought that's part of it, it's more a missing of the emotions, the blanket, the warmth they provided in your mind and heart. The feeling that someone actually cared for you...suddenly gone...it's...well....just hurts.
If there's one thing I still hope for, even now, is love. I think I may have found it, and I feel more the first part of this section then the second...but I've seen things go bad before...
Goodnight.