Stutter


Squalor thought
   In or Out
      Tired unworthiness

What was I thinking? I know nothing about being in love and am barely holding on to my ideas about what it means to love another. I cannot write with authority on these topics. I can say what I believe but right now it seems that my beliefs are those of a child. It seems that being in love rewards the lovers with a pleasant sense of that condition. Simply to love another doesn't guarantee this. Love is a bond powered by a force. It is what gives friendship its unbreakable quality. Love can feel great but it just as well might not. Since it is a strong bond, it can withstand pain, agony and misery. I don't see that this is true when saying one is in love. I hate this. I love but am a failure about being in love. I do not maintain the highs and the bliss.