You & I

chapter 1

I still remember the day he looked at me.
The day where it wasn't a lie.
Or at least I believe it wasn't.
Or at least I thought.
I don't know if you loved me. But the things you did, the actions. The love.
That you yourself are so scared to admit.
I don't know why.
But I loved you with all my heart.
And I hoped you did too.
But how can one call it love when its already gone so far down.
When its already so bitter and sour.
So distasteful. So hurtful. So unlovable...
But there we go again.
The weakness or the strength, God knows.
Love.
Isn't it a simple word to say. A pretty simple word to describe.
But that's what they make you think it is.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.
-the bible

Love. What a simple word to say. Yet so many ways to show and describe it.