Love does exist,
I always told myself.
Because then how else
would someone like me
hold onto life?
And now that I’ve met love,
I realize —
it exists,
but never unconditionally,
never permanently,
never lasting.
It fades —
with time,
with familiarity,
with every new responsibility.
It fades,
until you start to wonder
if love was ever real,
or just another dream
you held too tightly.