I do not love you
I love the perfect image I have made up in my mind
That you as man should attain to
That you should be handsome, a provider, a caregiver
I love the memory of your gentility
When you left me in sea of tears
From the past hurts it brought
You do not love me
You love the conditions
It takes to love me
You love me on account of...
Having a best friend
Having a wedding
Having a ring
Becoming a doctor
Love makes no conditions. Love is immeasurable. It is infinite.
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