Whatever happened to, "I love you because you love me" you once said?
In the end, words are just words. You might actually mean them before, but words can lose their value once one no longer puts any meaning into them. Because;
I still love you, but now, where are you?
I suppose it doesn’t matter anymore, since you’ve decided to stop loving me. My love for you, no matter how great it is, will become a colossal waste.
What about me? I love you for who you are, no matter how you have sometimes disappointed me. I still choose to love you, even now when you no longer love me. My love for you still lives inside me, growing even stronger, and turning into longing.
Is it okay for me to hold on to this unreciprocated love? Perhaps, someday out of the blue, you will start searching for it, for whatever reason. Just know that my love for you still resides within me.
I love you, because you once loved me back.
I love you because I choose to.
I love you because loving you feels so right.
I love you for every part of you, tangible or intangible.
I no longer have any logical reasoning. I built this love, intended it, and let it grow. Stopping my love for you feels like throwing away something that I have been nurturing since I met you. I can’t, it feels so wrong.
This unloving thing is far too strange for me. If in the end it only gives me pain, I will just continue to live my life, carrying this huge chunk of love, not knowing what to do with it.
