There was a time people said 'be yourself, you will be loved'.
Who would say that people being themselves at this age would be
so imperfect,
so lacking of that goodness of the past when children.
Deception, cruelty, sadness, this is what I feel when the person I loved
is himself.
How can one love and forgive cruelty.
That's not love, at the end the acknowledgment that love is long gone upon actions is
the hardest to bare.
When the person at your side treats you and says unmannerly words.
The end can be seen not by the words I don't love you anymore, but because you start to notice
that you ought yourself some respect and love.
What is heart breaking is seeing the threatening willingness to hurt from the allegedly loved one.
Love brings up. Love takes care.
Sometimes we get lost and love more than we love ourselves,
but we are doomed when we love someone who loves themselves more than anything.
- Confessions of a troubled mind.
