They say it's hard loving someone and not being able to find the courage to confront them. Knowing that their affection lies elsewhere, still choosing them over anyone else everyday. Having those deepest feelings, but knowing somewhere in the heart that they can't be yours, and you have to live with it.
But after all this chaos, still wishing for them to stay. Wishing to start again, loving like lovers for the first time, sending across those always have, forever will. Well, it is love in all the worldly senses. It is complicated and confusing, but that's all that love always is.
