I do fall in love but the definition of the word itself is something I’ve never been able to infer.
I’ve felt good love at a bad time, bad love at a good time, I just don’t know which one it is that I prefer. Maybe I fear that both parts of love are a paradox I won’t be able to break or bend or maybe the women I’ve loved will inevitably leave me in the end.
And then I realize, is that I fear not love, but possibilities.
I wrap myself in insecurity, but I still admire the sanctity and the purity of what love tends to bring.
I don’t know, I can’t read fate; but if love is anything like what I’ve had to take, I think I prefer to wait…..