I always ask myself, what love really is?
When I first met you, I never thought I would get this close to you. I never imagined that your presence and every little thing you do would impact me this much. You seemed so perfect, just like the prince charming from my dreams. You came into my life when I just wanted to be alone and on my own. You made sweet promises and made me feel so comfortable around you. You made me believe that you understood me, even when no one else did.
But what happened to your love and care? Why have you changed so much? Am I not worth your love? Where did that caring and loving man go, the one who said he always wanted to see me smile? Weren't you the one who said you couldn't bear to see a single tear on my face? Then why did you become the reason for the tears I shed?
For you, I changed myself. I tried to love you the way you want to be loved . But in the process of loving you I lost myself. All these daily arguments and fight on the most stupid reasons. Why do I get on blamed everytime. Despite everything I still hold on for you . I feel so stupid to still love you more then anything.
For you I stopped talking with other because i know you don't like me talking with other.
You say you love me but see now, I’m all alone, with no one by my side, no one to understand me. I understood you all the time , your pain and what you were going through. I put a fake smile and said I am fine when I was dying inside. Tell me did you notice the real me? Do you ever try to understand ?
You say you love me...
But...
Is this what love really is?
