I can only wish that someone will love me, care for me and value me. I think I deserve to be loved. Love is the most subtle form of suicide I can think of, yet we can not resist to want a love. I wake and I fall asleep wondering, if he is not right, who is? For don't tears, pain and the fact I am so confused mark the signs of true love? I don't know if I am in love or heartbroken, they both have the same symptoms.