Love, much to root or regret it. It happens when you are with a woman. Do you like when you really feel that this is your person and that you are doing everything for her. It hurt when you're a coward and a jerk, and you don't care how she feels. And regret when you lose or when you realize that you can't change anything, although you want. That's why a woman, in turn, will love you, either suffer or make you suffer.
You choose how to be next to the woman, and all you holders the consequences. Sometimes you have no choice and you also accept and fight and prove. Sometimes you're an idiot who makes a mistake after a mistake and who doesn't realize that she, a woman, a creature, wants attention and care. Sometimes like you, what would you do next, you see only coldness and dissatisfaction. Love, however, does not mean indifference and discontent. Either you people happy, darling, you acknowledge that you do not like and not doing anything.
Love is a perfect conclusion for all States of your happiness, enthusiasm, confidence, it is a feeling that you could move mountains from a place. To love, to create. Love, you want to keep close as much time as possible cause your happiness. And only when you care, you. When you live a moment of freedom through which come days and whole nights of regret. And all of this them to live alongside woman. The woman I love or that makes you look bad.