miguel palma

what does love mean?
To care for her, to live for her, to give up desire to please her,
Is that love, I wonder…..because I don’t know anymore. I thought that love meant those things and more.
But what if she thinks of the word differently, what I think of trust she think of dishonesty, what I think from been pure she think of overprotecting and not trustworthy. What if the only thing we like about each other is just US and nothing else?
Perhaps we were never meant to be with each other, it was just a simple physical attraction, maybe that is what it always has been, and now that love or care is no more there, when there is no trust there is no relationship no companionship, no more a reason to try to save it anymore, or possibly there is just one option to take, one more possibility to acknowledge.
To be friends, but the inconvenience of been friends is that the little thing that we feel for each other is always going to be there, never to be vanish, never to be gone.
Perhaps there should not be anything anymore.
Because to change for someone that will never change for you is a waste of time.