Why does love pull you in and then spit you out? I made a promise to someone to never give up, even though we might not like each other somedays, a commitment meant more. We work through the hard times. We push aside those feelings of unsettlement. We stay. The end is worth it, or so I was told. The fear of being alone forever often captures me. I think of the quote, I’d rather loved and lost, then never loved at all. I don’t wish the feeling of your heart breaking on anyone. More than often I beg God to let me start over. Take me back to when I was 15 and innocent. If I could do it all over again I am not sure I would chose to love someone that ended up hurting me. Maybe it’s because I have never felt real love. Maybe once I do my opinion will change.
Your mouth is poison. Your mouth is wine.
Why do we let someone so close to us, only to hurt us? Over and over again…
I don’t love you, but I always will.