How Love Works So now you see, this is why I don't let people in. The one person that I actually really and truly felt for.....chose someone over me. When I heard the news many things rushed through my mind. All the times you lead me on, all the times you made me laugh, the times you made me feel small, fragile, the times that you were their for me when nobody else was, the times that were good and bad all like a scrapbook in my mind. All of our memories, the tastes of sugar on our fingertips from candy, the smell of fresh-cut grass, the way it felt when our skin brushed, the way that your eyes crinkled when you laughed, the sounds of music too loud, and they were all perfect because..they were all with you. I wanted to crumple the scrapbook until it was unreadable, unmemorable. But you I couldn't forget. And that's what caused the most pain. All the feelings rushed through my veins. Anger towards you for leading me on, shame towards myself for believing you, sadness for knowing that I now don't know if we will be the same, but most of all.....happy. That's right. Happy. Happy because I love you. And if you're happy, then I am too. Because I'm almost positive that that's how love works.