The thing about love is that you can never really see it coming. It's a real silent thing, slowly making its way into your life. Just like air, it's something that you can't see, yet at the same time come to depend on. It's the tingles underneath your skin, the stars in his eyes. The scent that lingers on the collar of his shirt. It's that pounding and shaking your heart gives - the kind that ripples throughout your whole being. Its feel so damn good. The thing about love is that it ends in heartbreak. That trembling of your hands that you can't seem to stop. The tears you can very vaguely feel sliding down your cheeks. It's that anger you feel at the sight of his eyes - those eyes you can't help but feel drawn to. That gorgeous shade of green. It's that aching and burning sensation that stabs your chest - the kind that leaves you numb in both head and heart. It hurts so fucking bad. You want the know the thing about love? I should have never fallen into it.