The word ‘love’ was created simply to give a reason why someone behaving erratic, silly, overly giving, completely lost and demanding over someone else. Otherwise, we’d just simply called it loony. Or psycho.
I hate dreaming about you. I hate dreaming about how you must’ve judged me wrong, ignored me & pretend that I’m invisible. but mostly, I just hate that my mind seems to keep recording your existence far far after we parted. As if the memory alone wasn’t enough punishment. As if the world doesn’t approve of time.