i was anticipating
real love..
the love like callin early in the morning
and late at night knowing u wouldnt answer..
just to hear
ur voice on the voicemail..
even if only for a few seconds.
love like u knowing that the 5,287 missed calls
were from me doing such.

real love.
blissful love.
love the wasnt supposed to leave
but stay around...like real love does.

real love brings pain.
real pain.