How can you love someone when that someone doesn’t love you back?
Why is it that the person who truly loves is the one who gets really hurt?
Why is it that the person who longs to be loved doesn’t get love?
How come when you give all the love that you have, you don’t get back the love that you deserve?
Because love hurts, love bites, love is unfair…
Wear your wedding ring. It reminds you of your promises you made during our wedding day. You promised me that from that day forward, I will never walk alone, your heart will be my shelter, and your arms will be my home. With that ring, it will lead you not into temptation and will remind you to go home early because your wife is waiting for you. That ring is your status symbol that you’re now married. That ring is me.
You have to learn to let him go. It will hurt you but only for some time. He can stay in your heart for as long as you like but learn to accept that he cannot stay forever in your life. Let go and you’ll see, you’ll be happy really soon…
It was Monday. I had a busy day. I got stressed with all the things I have to finish within the day.
I went out. Bought some things for us. I texted you and said I’ll be home in a bit. It was 7pm, I did not realize.
I was home. I’m tired. I need you.
You knocked at the door. You’re mad.
You said where was I. You’ve been here but can’t get in because you have no key.
I said I texted you. I went to ask for a kiss.
You pushed me a bit and said you’re in a hurry.
My heart sank. I just want a kiss. It’s just 2 seconds of your time. Why can’t you give it to me?
I cried. I’m tired the whole day and I just need a kiss from you to bring back my energy.
But you pushed me away.
I went up to you and said why do you have to push me away?
You said you’re just tired.
We’re both tired. Am I not the one who can take those tiredness away?
You’re unfair. I cried harder. I’m tired and I need you. But you do not want to comfort me.
I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.
You went out. I cooked food for you. I did not eat.
You came back. I opened the gate. Went straight to bed.
You ate. I heard you went to get something on your bag.
Suddenly I felt something poking at my butt.
No, it’s not what you think!
It’s a bar of chocolate. You said I’m sorry.
We hugged, And gave me the kiss I was asking.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
Oh, Monday blues!