can love ever truly love us?
love itself is such a cruel word,its even a more cruel experience that we as humans face.At times it leaves us damaged beyond repair,broken and in pieces.The experience alone is enough to drive persons beyond damage limitation,enough to even commit suicide.The feeling it leaves is enough to drive a man insane, it often leaves us with second thoughts,regrets,and many questions to be asked.its almost like a spear piercing through us,hitting and puncturing that one vital ***** leaving us defenseless. How do we know if love ever loves us back?And how possible can it actually be ?
We can’t possibly know right ?
Love can’t love us.
We actually can’t tell if love,loves us back. We operate solely on assumption,this assumption is the same thing that keeps us constantly wanting and trying to make it work. How silly we are in our efforts,it’s almost futile,if it ever goes accordingly.We often display a level of persistence and fight to keep something or someone that is dear to us,but it never works out in the long run,which it then ends up becoming a hopeless charge to keep that one thing we hold so close to us.We are mislead in our efforts and we end up losing what little piece of composure and understanding we have left,now we are left torn and broken,with only a small percentage of fight left in us to battle on wards,which then becomes old and tiring as we can no longer cope with what is in front of us and we end up hiding,hiding all our feelings and becoming reserved to the next person who tries to help, because they might hurt us.We become overly protective of oneself to the fact we become everything we were not before ,we become lost.