I think we thrive off denial.
Not taking the blame,
Thinking it was some other reason, ‘It was definitely not love’.
Or was it?
Were the kisses and hugs real?
Or was it just ***?
No, I think it was love.
We shouldn’t blame the sorrow we feel on excuses.
You can love someone and not be meant for them.
‘Yes I loved him, but we were not made for each others happiness’.