Love of beauty
There are things that I don’t understand. Like I don’t understand why I am on the train, going away from you. I don’t want to be away from you, and I mean this. But strangely this depart is my choice alone.
I don’t understand myself sometimes. Or I should say all the times.
I love you, yes I do and do and do. But I can’t stand this love. I’m not someone who is accustomed to love someone, not someone who is born to love. That is my theory, you can defer if you want.
You do love me more than I love you. I think you know that too. Although others see me as the active one in our relationship, but the truth, I’m really passive. I never am the one who start the kissing. I don’t hug you unless you hug me first. That is really weird, isn’t it?
It is weird. It is so weird that I don’t understand. I mean I am meaning to be the one who is in love with you. I mean to be the one who is falling for you. I mean I told you I love you, haven’t I?
Yes, I told you so many times and I do and I do and I do love you.
But I don’t want this love. Not knowing why, just can’t stand it. This love will break me so much – you as well. This love kills.
So I go and never come back. Thinking this will be a better idea, much safer.
A coward’s ideal it is. I’ve always been a silly coward, maybe no one saw.
Really, I am way tired. Don’t know why still writing about this. Don’t know why I still love you. I love you. Do I?
Oh yes I do, more than you know, more than I know. I love you. There is nothing I want to do but run away from your beauty, your love.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. Let me break.
I don’t understand myself sometimes. Or I should say all the times.
I love you, yes I do and do and do. But I can’t stand this love. I’m not someone who is accustomed to love someone, not someone who is born to love. That is my theory, you can defer if you want.
You do love me more than I love you. I think you know that too. Although others see me as the active one in our relationship, but the truth, I’m really passive. I never am the one who start the kissing. I don’t hug you unless you hug me first. That is really weird, isn’t it?
It is weird. It is so weird that I don’t understand. I mean I am meaning to be the one who is in love with you. I mean to be the one who is falling for you. I mean I told you I love you, haven’t I?
Yes, I told you so many times and I do and I do and I do love you.
But I don’t want this love. Not knowing why, just can’t stand it. This love will break me so much – you as well. This love kills.
So I go and never come back. Thinking this will be a better idea, much safer.
A coward’s ideal it is. I’ve always been a silly coward, maybe no one saw.
Really, I am way tired. Don’t know why still writing about this. Don’t know why I still love you. I love you. Do I?
Oh yes I do, more than you know, more than I know. I love you. There is nothing I want to do but run away from your beauty, your love.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. Let me break.
