t h e   h e a r t   r e m a i n s   a   c h i l d   -   e v e r y t h i n g   b u t   t h e   g i r l i dreamed about you again last night you never have the same face twice but i always know it's you and you're always looking better than you really do and i walk around the whole next day feeling like i've still got something to say but i don't know what it is i don't know how to reach you even if i did do i wanna hear that you forgive me? do i wanna hear you're no good without me? am i big enough to hear that you never even think about me? why should you ever think about me? and i thought that i'd outgrow this kind of thing tell me, aren't we supposed to mature or something? i haven't found that yet, is this as grown-up as we ever get? maybe this is as good as it gets years may go by, i think the heart remains a child the mind may grow wise, but the heart just sulks and it whines and remains a child i think the heart remains a child why don't you love me? why don't you love me?
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		Act V. THE TRUTH. (Love is hard work. And, sometimes, hard work can really hurt.) Love is a game. If they didn't tell you before, we will tell you now. Love is a game and if you play you either win, lose, or get ejected before the game is over. There are no ties. Maybe you'll lose and learn some great, meaningful answer from it all (like if it looks to good to be true, it is). It's easy to love something when you don't have to work at it. It's harder when it asks something of you. You just might be afraid to give. Give it anyway. The heart is the most resilient muscle. It is also the stupidest. So if this love you've found is good to you, hold it, keep it, shout about it. If it isn't, then maybe you should just become very good friends.