Times change and so do people.Things get a little strange when you’ve been away for so long and back.
I don’t know if what I feel for you is love.
But if it is not, then I never want to fall in love.
Let us not dwell upon lost love, for there is little meaning to the things one loses. The glory of things meant to be lost is not true glory, or so said some old philosopher.
Its true that I want to hurt you,
but its not because I’m cruel.
Its no longer because of how much you’ve hurt me
It’s because I feel so weak and powerless with you,
that I want to see some pain in your eyes
and feel a little stronger.
Its Cruel Love, but love nonetheless.
In love we fight,taunt,goad,argue,analyse,taint,doubt each other and ourselves…and as humans thats how we love each other- imperfectly, clumsily, hastily, greedily.
How can we expect perfect love from such horribly misshapen imperfect beings such as ourselves?
This is how as people , we love one another, without ever realising how much our love can hurt.
I never stopped loving you,but I have stopped showing it.
I miss you too.