My love story.

“You know the worst part?”, I said. “I can live with the unanswered question, whether you love me or not but I don’t want you to say that you have fallen out of our love. That would kill me.

“But I need an answer…”, she said.

My view changed. It was all blur in front of me for a few seconds. It was if I got a panic attack, lost balance and puked. I didn’t know what was happening to me. My gut didn’t seem to accept this.

“What are you doing?”

“I don’t know. I am just not ready to hear that you don’t love me.”

“Why?”

“Because you are the only one I have loved all along, I don’t know if I am strong enough to bear that pain, you still give me butterflies even with a text after all these years and you want to take that away from me.”

“You’ll get over it”.

“No, I don’t think there will ever come a day when I wake up in the morning and not think about you. You won’t understand.” I said