everything happens for a reason.

why is it that we love to be loved,and love to love.when we see that one person that gives you butterflies everytime.when you catch someone looking at you for all the right reasons.the feeling you get when you dress extra nicely,do your make up that little bit better just to know that he will be paying attention to you.but when you lose them,you lose everything.nothing feels pretty.everything is black and white.nothing to be excited about.this is me.this was me.not anymore.i have something to be excited about again.