Tasting Bittersweet Love

Sad Truth

He wasn't sure of me. I could feel it. He was and is giving me mixed signals and I couldn't help but wonder if his feelings for me were really true and genuine. After all, I wouldn't want to force someone to love me just because they are compelled to- that sucks you know. 

He was putting some sort of a facade- one moment we're good but seconds later, we're not. He was someone who's capable of bringing chaos to my deepest thoughts and he was an impurity, like a poison to my heart. He had a corrupting and destructive effect on me. He was able to do all of that. It was tough. But I don't really mind.  

Happiness doesn't last, they say. There is always going to be something bad in your life- and that's the way it's supposed to be. Nothing is really constant in this cruel world. You may seem happy at first but trust me, eventually you'll be able to witness the sharpness of love. 

But...

"My love for him is perfect- not the kind of perfect where nothing is wrong, but the kind of perfect where the wrongs don't matter."

I can't afford another heartbreak because I'm barely surviving but it's him we're talking about- and you know how I'm tangled up in him.

"Why don't you try to let go?", says my friend.

Easier said than done. As long as the pain's worth it- as long as he's worth it, I don't mind holding on for a bit longer. 

As long as my love for him isn't fading, I'm afraid letting go will have to wait.