Why is love so hard to find and keep?
It seems like we run through a maze to find it and yet when we reach the end it seems impossible to keep.
My favorite memory, is the beginning. The unknown of where the relationship is going to lead but discovering new and exciting qualities about one another. Staying on the phone all night, goose bumps before he picks you up for a date and the fear, yet excitment that this could be the man I spend the rest of my life with.
Why does love have to be so hard?
I am ready for simplicty again.