The element of love has distinct hues. For commercial purposes, it is mostly rich crimson and/or pink depending on how you are oriented. In my case unfortunately all of it is in shades of grey.
It is odd, how oftentimes people you love don’t reciprocate. It is so like a river with a huge dam on it, a dam built on a very strong foundation of insecurities of course from nasty experiences. It floods what lies behind it, maybe in a desperate bid to obliterate all features that contributed to building it. For what lies beyond being parched and thirsty is what it is all about, because the dam when it was built, pronounced them as guilty without a trial. There are reasons, suggestions, denials, warnings, well wishing, and reprimands, and worst of the lot, remedies, a plenty. None of those can do an ounce of what a stray or purported trickle from the other side of the dam can.
The question is what is the break even point then? Is it that eternal wait until hoping that interest will eventually show signs of fertility? Or, is it when your heart has borne enough to make any semblance of love seem like your last wish?
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Love, true love has nothing to do with what your are expecting to get in return - what truly matters is - what you are expecting to give - without demanding anything in return.
ReplyDeleteMebbe you are rite :) its not about expecting... its about making oters happy
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