Love..

Hmm.. Love.  What is love? I don't know if I can say.  I don't know if I've been in love before.  Sure there's the love you have for your family, you mom, dad, brothers and sisters, thats the love I know I have.  Is the love you would have for a wife or husband, girlfriend or boyfriend, the same as love a mother has for a child or you have for your family? Probably not.  I think the love that we're trying to define is the one that I'm not sure on.  I don't think I've felt it.  At least I don't want to say I've felt it because at our age, its scary and I don't think we're old enough to understand what it really is.  But I think that I have come close to it, and the "love" that I've felt is very strange: 
You want it, you feel like you need it. 
You get it.
You lose it. 
You want more. 
When you have it, you don't realize it.
When you lose it, you wish you could've realized it.
When its gone, you wish you could go back and hold it one more time.
When you lost it, you close your eyes and hope you can relive one more time.
If you get one more time, you want one more time.
Your addicted.
When you have it, you feel like you can't be any happier.
When its leaves again, you crash again.
You wake up from dreams of the past and wish you could stay there.
So you look for it again.
You keep looking.
And looking.
Your addicted
Our "Young Love", our immature love.
Its a Drug.