Things are not always what they seem, love is br a thing of the mind and heart. br With love we look and see what our mind tells br our eyes, so wonderful a sight, and then our br heart tells us this person means something to us, br if not everything. br We dont know what, just that we must have what br our mind and heart need to feel whole with this br one. br We can't exsist without this one. br We have to be with them all the time at first.. br we think we will die without them and if they br leave us our hearts feel broken and the tears br won't stop coming from our eyes, the very br thing that looked at this person and worshipped br their exsistance. br We feel betrayed and then anger, if they cant br love us as we did them, then how does love br exsist? Where does love exsist? Is there love? br Things are not what they seem. br We are hurt and cold and sometimes we shut br our heart and eyes down so we won't feel or br see love again. br We just exsist thinking life is just here and we br go on. br We see people for quite times and just for fun, br but we stop caring, dont want to fall in that br trap again, we dont believe anyone that says br they love us. br Because as we have told ourselves over and br over again.. br Things are not what they seem.