~Morticia~
“Love?”
I tested the words at the tip of my tongue to measure the authenticity it held when being pronounced, the word still sounded very much crude, and said too early or too late, Ben shouldn’t love me. He doesn’t know what those words held, he knew nothing of its meaning.
Probably a compulsive feeling, it must be temporary.
it was too early to run away, how did he not see that, there was no logic in what he said, Why does he love me anyway.
Love?
It wasn’t the first time I heard that word, but the last person I referred with that words brought so much damage to my life, but just damage that word was the source of so much pain and agony to my life I had to tolerate at this moment, I didn’t want anything to have to do with ‘love’
‘Love is pain, and betrayal’
I don’t
