When a woman begins to love,
She is always happy, happy with the happiness you give, overjoyed with the places you bring, grateful for the things you give, excited with the things you share, thankful with the sacrifices you make,
Her day brightens, her smile is worth a thousand words, and she is forever devoted with the love she has,
However, she is also very weak, weak with the love u share, fragile with the words u say, attentive with the way you treat her, broken with the negativity you show,
As weak as she is to the love you give, when one day she should care no more, there is no more happiness left in her eyes, no more joy in her laughter, no thank you's in her replies nor excitement in her expressions
And what is left is just strength. The strength she never wanted in the first place; the strength to move on, to leave, and to walk away, and as she decides to bid goodbye she leaves nothing more than endless tears and cries... As those are only what's left she could offer.
Confessions.