I know you're bad at showing it, but you really do love me. I realised this when I was big enough to understand that there are many ways to love somebody. And I know that just because you don't love me the way I want you to doesn't mean you don't. But it still puzzles me. Maybe sometimes I'm too busy in my world that I forget to give it back. Or perhaps it's just me being selfish on my part. I lay all my respects down for the way you would willingly sacrifice yourself for me, and yet deny your love till the ends of the earth. Is that your kinda love? To inflict pain upon yourself for my blessing? I think I'll call it selflessness. It's part of love. Sometimes I wish you would understand why I am so defensive of my friends. Correction, all the time. Because they gave me the courage to show you that I love you. They taught me to see through all that hard cover of yours. They taught me to let down my pride for love. It's okay if you don't see me trying to make you happy, doing things these days which I've never done in my entire life. But I want you to know that I'm as defensive for family as I am for friends. And I pray you'll respect my decision to balance these two aspects of my life. I love you.
what's the point when anyone else would read this but you.
posted by minthol cigarette. #
2:15 PM