I feel it has been a waste. Love's labour lost. Meaningless. In the end the love I gave, the effort I expended, the investment of time didn't and doesn't matter.
So the love you gave doesn't matter?
Was it only worth what you got in return?
Sorry Scylla you just punched a hole in the fabric of life and I am going to invite you look to the other side if you care to.
So love means you give only if you get what you want in return?
What does loving someone entitle you to?
My goal is to some day be the person my dog thinks I am
