I hate to say it but I say it nevertheless that I get cynical in thinking that I may be in love with you this story that I build has a history to it when I remember abstract things like the movement of your eyes when you looked at your favorite dessert while it rained I believe that it would not be love of the template, of the notion of what it is to be in love Merely contemplating and being nostalgic are the constructs of deep attachment, perhaps is it love then? or just a passing phase or a yearning just to see your face? I have many other reasons to say that it could not be love as I am still searching the real meaning in knowing who am I If I am lost, what is love? Is anyone capable of truly loving? You are surely inspiring me to write these words this serendipity is baffling on one hand I am still thinking and being cynical and on the other I am transformed into endless thoughts of calmness and compassion when I think of you will I...
verses and conflicts of the soul