I think of love as a four sided house with no way in, and I have always been placed outside of the house. I extend so much of myself to others, but yet I receive so little care, so little honesty, so little human decency. I can continue to complain, but I don't see this as complaining as rather than explaining my viewpoint. I'm sorry I couldn't love you the way you wanted me to, I'm sorry I wasn't always feeling capable. I shouldn't be sorry as we ended on both our parts, but My moral of the story here is that I don't believe in love, and I don't think i've ever even experienced it either. But I want to love you, I want it to be you rather than anyone else. I want to feel love, I want to in love and I want to be loved. All by you.
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Thoughts about the Love I've Felt
RomanceAll these are my letters to people I've loved, I find it's hard to communicate the way I feel so I will be writing in letters.
