With all of this.. It's all I could ever think about. Morning, afternoon, evening. Debating with.. You guessed it, myself. Fighting over.. This very topic. Me, myself, and I. I got home.. it seems the house was empty. Undressing, I finally stopped to look at the monster in the mirror, I mean.. Me.
"You bastard.. better move before I punch you."
"Don't be so hard on yourself. You're wrong.. You're no monster."
"But I hurt her.. even though I promised I wouldn't.. What does that make me?"
"A piece of --"
"Love is simply like this. There are tough times.. And soft ones. But what makes it love.. is as long as you too still share a kiss after.. Still embrace.. Still laugh.. Still.. Love."
Even so.. I couldn't help staring at myself. My fist.. Softly rests on the glass as tears filled my eyes once more, wiped away easily.
"You're... Right.. I just hope she'll love me till then.."
"She will. Have faith in her."
And that balled up fist softened.. Become a mere palm as it held the glass.
"Keep fighting. Okay?"
"Okay."
"Besides.. If she falls for someone else, what do you think would happen to her? Someone else would hurt her."
"...you're right."
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Bleeding Love
RomanceLove is love, no matter how you put it. There's always a want, a need, a sacrifice, a sentiment and more. This book tells a tale of Love that awaits its Healing Hour. Despite such pain.. it refuses to break. Find out why.
