Saturday, September 21, 2013


I love him, I say.

You don't, is the reply.

I do, I insist.

You can't. He's not real.

He is.

Yes, but not to you. He exists, but the he you love is a figment of your imagination. And the he that exists, doesn't know you're alive.

He does!

But not enough to reply back.

That's cruel.

That's love.

Then why do I bother?

Because he is safe, and can never reject you.

But he did!


So it's love?

Only in your mind.

1 comment:

  1. Oh, that internal's always there isn't it..the doubt..the hope..clearly and bravely written..Jae