If I loved you as you wanted, then it would not be my love, because mine is the colour in the wind and the heat hidden in winter, and I know you love me for how you talk to me but it isn’t a deserved love and won one by how you behave around me.
So stay with your heart and me with mine, that perhaps another day we will find ourselves loving the deserved ones and we will know that we did the right thing.
T.A.
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