Love

love is a confusing lump of gas that will suffocate you till you blow up into smitherines. I am not a fan of it. I have been with my boyfriend for five years off and on. He is the most stobborn anoying, frustraiting, irritateing, little chunk of skin I have ever met in my life. But - for some unknown reason I am exensly attracted to him. He drives me up the wall -yet at the end of the day, Im completely convinced he is the one. But - the word love is a powerful word. It can both sting and numb the body at the mere sound of it. Since I was little I have never been able to say this complicated word to just anybody. I have a hard time saying it, much less admitting it presence on this planet. But...this is just me. I belive in free love. I belive that anybody of any gender or race can love spontaniously, to whomever they feel attracted to. But when it comes to me...im a whole other bag of beans. Am I the only one who has this constant deilema of neever being able to admit to being in love?