You can’t handle me at my best, you can’t tolerate me at my worst, for I am too difficult to manage and it’s not your fault. Your only fault was that without knowing me you said: ‘you are as easy to handle as taking a breath.’ You are a heap of lies, and I am a grain of truth. One day you will get someone like you, and you will cry regretting the lost you bore, but it would have been too late by then.
I love every side of yours, but not where you love her more than me,
I love the way you caress me, but not the stories you tell me about her,
I love the way you look at me, but not when your eyes search her,
I love your cooking skills, but not when you cook for her,
I love when you text me to know my whereabouts, but not when you text her more than me,
I love when we make out, but not when you imagine her,
I love when you compliment me, but not when you compare me,
I love the way you LIKE me, but not the way you LOVE her,
I love when you tell me that I am the only choice for you, but not when you always choose her over me,
I love that I am finally able to keep you away from me, but not how I STILL LOVE YOU!!!
I know the pain you are going through or you have been through, I know the times you have been alone, I know the times you were stressed, I know the time you wake up in the morning and the time you sleep. Even though we don’t talk, I still always keep a check on you because you are in my every thought from the time I wake up until the time I sleep, because I can feel everything, because I can feel you every time.
I just wonder whether you do the same or not and I don’t want you to tell me about this. Let me stay in the delusion, so that I can survive with the hope that you do the same.