If love is a choice,
then I'm it's victim.
If love is unconditional,
then how is there this condition of choice?
Love does not proceed logic,
nor is it in anyway influenced by meaninglessness.
So then how is it that,
this, what we have is your choice?
This space we occupy together is so bright.
It's a love we share with the world.
So how? How is it that you still don't know.
Why have the reasons of your love eluded you.
Therefore, in the end,
I find myself asking only one question.
Is this true?
Or is my mind hiding the pain I so deeply want to feel?
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