I asked her,
“What does it feel like to be in constant limbo?”
She did not understand what i meant.
So i told her,
No; asked her,
“What does it feel like to be so selfless and always sacrifice yourself for him while he decides if he loves you or not?”
She smiled sadly and said,
As a matter of fact.
“It feels like my own personal version of Purgatory, here on Earth. But i would rather have that pain and keep him, than, losing him otherwise.”
And i was speechless-
because i wished i was loved like that.
“What does it feel like to be in constant limbo?”
She did not understand what i meant.
So i told her,
No; asked her,
“What does it feel like to be so selfless and always sacrifice yourself for him while he decides if he loves you or not?”
She smiled sadly and said,
As a matter of fact.
“It feels like my own personal version of Purgatory, here on Earth. But i would rather have that pain and keep him, than, losing him otherwise.”
And i was speechless-
because i wished i was loved like that.
