SHORT WAVES

A good love is the faith that you don't have to watch them closely; they love you and will love you without you worrying.

The time I saw you were about to cry, I regretted to having hurt you that much. It was never wrong, all your affection but I know well I do not deserve to be loved in such ways. Though, I know to some degree that love is not about possessing, you were in a position where everything is uncertain.

You, I imagined you crying in front of me and my heart shatters infinitely to dust, it made my backbone hurts.
You were too kind to be hurted, yet I do not know how to stop making you cry.
I like that about you: you weren't afraid of conveying feelings. You cry when it hurts.
Hey, I'll try and stop making you feel the need to cry. I'll try hard.

The truth is, you cannot say I do not feel the same.
The other truth is that you cannot say I do.
Baby, perhaps, I loved you all along, but my heart is so unstable. So fickle. Everchanging. I know damn well you do not deserve a love this shitty.
But know this: that deep in my heart, you are dear to me.

These days, I find myself missing you as if we have been years apart. I miss your loud voice like riots and the good kinds of revelries, I miss your messy hair, I miss the way you'd stand too close to me sometimes, I miss the way you can never hold eye contact with me. I miss you.

Maybe no one will ever know if I really loved you of if I'm drowning in infatuation, thinking it was love when it is not, but one thing I'm sure of right now is that I miss the feeling and presence of your company.

Let go if you love somebody; if it's returned, they'll come running. I know this because when I call my dog, the forest calls too, but he comes home like good love do.