It was like I was suffocating, gasping to breathe, thinking that you were the air to my lungs. The beat to the rhythm of my heart, you were nothing less than just a memory of a time I had to experience to grow, and for that, I am grateful.
It’s like what I say goes in one ear out the other. So I grip on to this idea, thinking that what I feel is real. Knowing everything is temporary in this illusion, I break free of reality.
I never realized what Love is, maybe because I never understood what Love was. Love is a four-letter word; So is hate. Love and hate are complete opposites; Love can turn into hate with loving. Too much of anything can become erring.