Talking about love,
The hardest thing to be discussed.
Because it's not only about you and me.

You're trapped in it, aren't you?
I am, too

I owned to my love, so did you.
With a different kind, level, or form of it.

Indeed, love is about giving.
I dare to say that was so easy.
Sharing happiness that I'd already have,
Or as simple as,
Feeling pleased if you got the best.

But sometimes it's getting harder.
When you didn't feel pleased,
When sarcasm is spoken,
When you hurt someone,
Or when there's the rasionalized truth.

That's not about demanding.
That's not about chasing.
Not even getting back what you gave.



I don't know. I haven't solved this matter yet.