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.
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Author:
Meera Mere (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments1
The fading of love over time is a question of whether it was ever love or just passion. Nicely written
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