The first time you
told me you loved me you were inbetween my thighs. You swore
to me afterwards that you really did mean it. But, it
didn't feel right. Did you love me, or did you love how I
could make you feel?
The first time I
told you I loved you I was drunk, slumped over in the
bathroom. I swore to you afterwards that I really did mean
it. But it didn't feel right. Did I love you, or did I
love what you could do for me?
See, us humans are
as selfish as they come. We carry the weight of our love at
the expense of others. We aren't nice for the sake of
kindness. We are nice because we believe it will get us
rewarded some way or another.