little love

how do we measure this emotion called love? how much is enough? how little is not? how not to suffocate one with affections? how not to cause a drought of love? who deserves more? who has to get less or none at all? why must there be always a reason to do and to do not?

so it is in the time that you needed me most, you could never bring yourself to tell me what went wrong. what hurt me the most now is not the years of your deafening silence but how little you think of my love. this love that could’ve crossed oceans and sailed through the skies for you. this love could have save us both.

-toploader: achilles heel-

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