• When I look upon myself I see sorrow anger and depression….. And as I walk alone and scared, I see her, standing in the dim light of the street lamp and she’s beautiful. As I get closer mist fills the air and flows threw her long brown hair and glistens in her beautiful dark eyes. And for once in a long time I feel……love for her. When I finely get to the bus stop I turn and look at her, she notices me in the side of her eyes. And she feels what I feel for her. We start to make small talk then in no time at all were together…. And I can now feel. When people say, “It’s better to have loved and lost then to have never loved at all.” There wrong. When you never love you never feel pain from losing. And when those people feel the pain all of the people who have loss, they might understand.