Memoirs of a Socialite: L.O.V.E.

The strange thing about love...

Love is like that Abusive spouse.  No matter how much we're hurt by it... No matter much it makes us cry, we still keep running back to it.  Y? Y exactly is this one thing so important?  Y is the need for love or the need to BE LOVED so important that we're willing to do just about anything to get it?

Love is my drug of choice I guess.  Its like the closer I get to it the more I want it.  It makes me SWEAT... I start to SHAKIN.  

Ever been LOVED?

Ever LOVED?

I guess its those little glimpses of what could be... those little samples of what Love could feel like that bring me back.  A while back I swore off Love.  I wanted nothing else to do with it.  I was FED UP!  Not anymore.  I'm on my LL Cool J right now.

I NEED LOVE.

A real Love tho.  Not that fake stuff u find lurking around the corners.  I'm wanting forever.  I'm talking exchanging rings & last names.  That's what I'm on.

Are u ready for that?