I hate you for faking love, but love you for giving me her.

I wanna know how to love you better. I don't want this fear, of one day seeing disapointment in your eyes. Why do I need to ask for you to smile for me? If I make you happy, why do you avoid me? Summer days of my past make me cold of bad memories. I feel your warm touch given so unwillingly. You give love with no feeling, kiss me madly with no passion. How could you fake this? was it worth the betrail? If I made you so happy, why couldn't you make me? The question is not why or how, could you do what you have done but, was it worth? I thank you for all the pain, all the blood, all the sweat and all the tears of sorrow I weeped. I will never forget you. And I still feel a stong feeling for you. A putrid hate, and gratitude. For now I've found someone that makes me happy and smiles for me. Not because I ask her, but because it makes her happy. What is love? What is love but timeless. And what I felt ended. Today I start a new road. Let me go further on this one.