Theres a tennis battle going on in my head, one where there are too many balls, and not enough players. I want to keep fighting for you, but I think I have hit a point where I have to rethink my position, and gather what is left of my army.
Time has inflicted some wounds that are beyond your understanding. My viewpoint differs from yours, and maybe that is where most of the hurting lies. I look at you, and suddenly all I feel like the person in front of me is not really there.
I dont know who you are.
You know, love is strong, but as strong as it is, love needs to be nourished.