When i,m there .. they flirt talk spend time with other woman ... except for me.. Somethimes there attantion goes to other things .. except for me they dont realy care... sumthimes i,m even air.. the moment i leave .. they hate me curs point fingers at me say you didnt care about me they creak.. Sometimes i wait weeks for the phone.. and they dont give me the oppertunaty their number for me to call... Than when i,m carefull and wach out and paitent.. that think i play to let the man beg... If i know who is infront of me... and i realy like the person ... i would never do that.. I live in the moment trassure the one i have always did that... like now there might be no tommorow.. When i talk at this momant i say what i feel and i feel what i say.. it has always been that way.. do i change as a person .. maybe yes.. but a part of you will always be... i guess.. only some expreciances can change how you feel so i,m sitting here wondering...thinking about the love between man and woman i have not found the defenition the meaning about .. the love relationschips i,ve had. not yet.. that it is a feeling a motion.... and much more that is a fact.. but why is this... the momant i leave ... they love me? or hate me... mmm.. than where was the love..?