My hypothesis, true love is real, but to prove it I need an angel of death to greet me and you will be present at the last second I close my eyes before my last breath. Nobody will know and no one will care, and you will never know and care, just like now, you will never know.
When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn't want it, you cannot take it back. It's gone forever. Nor can I blame you, though it be my lot to strongly, wrongly, vainly love you still, To want and not to have... a hardness, a hollowness, a strain. To want and not to have... how that wrung the heart, and wrung it again and again.
I never know what you are looking for, loyalty? maturity? comfort? You can hold it whenever you want. Even now you have it. Even though I use every minute of my life, 2,628,000 minutes to be exact, to be better, to be able to stand before you and say no need to see from others, I have and I can! but I am always lost.
I never expected you to love me, I didn't see any reason that you should. I never thought myself very lovable. I was thankful to be allowed to love you and I was enraptured when now and then I thought you were pleased with me or when I noticed in your eyes a gleam of good-humored affection. I tried not to bore you with my love; I knew I couldn't afford to do that and I was always on the lookout for the first sign that you were impatient with my affection.
Sometimes I also thank you, for always refusing to live with me, because living with someone you love can be lonelier than living entirely alone, if the one that you love doesn't love you.
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When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn't want it, you cannot take it back. It's gone forever. Nor can I blame you, though it be my lot to strongly, wrongly, vainly love you still, To want and not to have... a hardness, a hollowness, a strain. To want and not to have... how that wrung the heart, and wrung it again and again.
I never know what you are looking for, loyalty? maturity? comfort? You can hold it whenever you want. Even now you have it. Even though I use every minute of my life, 2,628,000 minutes to be exact, to be better, to be able to stand before you and say no need to see from others, I have and I can! but I am always lost.
I never expected you to love me, I didn't see any reason that you should. I never thought myself very lovable. I was thankful to be allowed to love you and I was enraptured when now and then I thought you were pleased with me or when I noticed in your eyes a gleam of good-humored affection. I tried not to bore you with my love; I knew I couldn't afford to do that and I was always on the lookout for the first sign that you were impatient with my affection.
Sometimes I also thank you, for always refusing to live with me, because living with someone you love can be lonelier than living entirely alone, if the one that you love doesn't love you.
