Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty,
often hot and fierce,
but still
only
light and
flickering. As love grows
older , [ our hearts
mature and our love becomes as coals,
] deep-burning
and unquenchable.♥
I tell myself every day
that; he doesn't want me
he doesn't care; he never did love me ///
but i just cant seem to convince myself of it
because deep deep down, I believe there
is a part of him that might love me and that
little little
little
chance keeps me still
holding on