l’amour

This is not my work. All credit goes to J-Roc on Yahoo Answers.

Love is waking up every morning and that person is the first thing on your mind. It's when toi would do anything to see them smile and it breaks your cœur, coeur so much to see them cry that toi cry with them. It's when toi want them to be happy even if it's not with you. l’amour is when every song toi hear reminds toi of them and every place toi see makes toi think of somewhere you've been with them. It's knowing that toi want to spend every minute of every heure of every jour of every an for the rest of your life trying to make that person...

He woke up with a jump.

Dammit. Not again.

He had been dreaming about her. It happened every time he thought he was getting better. It seemed like she didn’t want to be forgotten. She kept finding her way into his mind. He sat up in the dark, shaking. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep in the lit for a while again. Too many memories there. Too many thoughts of her wrapped around him under the covers. He couldn’t handle it. Once she got into his head, it took weeks for him to drive her out again.

He went out into the cuisine and got some water. Then he stared at his reflection in the...