Does he love me or does he love me not?
He loves me; it's obvious in his actions. He loves me; he takes care of me a lot. He loves me; it shows in his decisions, listening to my nonsense discussions, my flaws, my moods, my vibes and everything–he loves me and all my imperfections.
But then, nothing lasts forever.
Nothing.
And, what we have between us is something–something that is special yet needs to end. But still, his name is worth remembering. So even if we're broken, we can mend.
I think we're drowning in water so deep and if this is a dream, can we just stay and sleep?
