I, for once, never forced anyone to love me back. I never asked them to return the love I gave them. I wanted to see if someone would return it voluntarily, without me asking them at all. Because as I grew up asking for people to give back the same amount of love I gave, I realized how bland it was. Whenever I wanted to hear those three words from the people I expect to love me back, they sound dead.
Those three empty words. The more I hear it come from the wrong mouths, with the wrong tune, and with the wrong feeling, I realized it made me empty. Can you ever imagine the person you love, looking at you dead in the eye, seeing his lips move only so partially and letting go of those three words so carelessly. It kinda hurts, does it? Those three words lost its meaning to me. Those three words were said too much, but not enough, just not enough for me to feel what its supposed to make me feel. Every damn time, those three empty words would only make me feel worse.
"I love you."
But do you really?
