I wonder a lot if I truly know what the word "Love" means. Sometimes I make myself believe I am in love because when I am with someone of the opposite sex I feel needed and wanted, I feel good about myself. As I look back on my past relationships I realized love isn't love without magic, and when I compare all my relationships to one another. There is only one with that magical spark. That's the difference between love and lust, and the reason my heart keeps chasing to find that again. What's a life without magic, and a night without fireworks every time I see you in my dreams.
