Love is stupid

Love is stupid. With one false step you're stuck. It's all you can think about, at any time of the day. With one thought you're gone. Minutes and hours pass, and you're still thinking about the same thing. Be it the person you currently have a crush on, the person you had a crush on, your ex-boyfriend, your soon to be boyfriend, your husband, and yes, even your best friend. Who knows. But it's all based on love. That four letter word that can make your day or ruin your day. Make your life, or ruin it. You can't help it, it just happens. Sometimes you wish that you could just forget you ever met them, because being around them is so terrible that you can't be yourself. You hesitate about your feelings, or they hesitate about theirs. And the moment is gone. Lost in the hands in the perfect stranger that happened to walk by at the right time, or bump into you at the wrong time. You wonder what could have happened if you seized the moment before they were taken from you once again, to wander off with some stranger. A stranger that knows nothing about them, but you know everything about them. Scenarios form in your head at night, day, and every waking moment of what you could have done together or had done together. But you were too busy lost in their eyes, their hands, their hugs, their hair and the way they would squeeze your leg tightly, making you jump slightly from the unexpectedness, but you had planned it by edging your legs a little closer to them hoping that they would do it. And they would, and you would squeal inside because you thought it meant something, but apparently not. Because you're just friends, best friends. And apparently love doesn't matter to them. So love doesn't matter to you. Because love is stupid. And even though it comes in many forms, shapes, and sizes. It's still stupid.