Love stinks. There is no questioning the amount of pain and pleasure that come from the feeling of love. Love is like a sour candy. You put it in your mouth and at first it's horrid; barely able to stand that taste of it, but yet you don't spit it out. Why? Because, you know soon that sour, awful and bitter taste will disappear and leave a sweet and lovely flavor. Delicious even. That's why I stay and that's why I don't give up on the ghost that haunts my mind. I know it will happen. I know we can be. I sit, I want, I wait.