Hopeless
I suppose my romantic tendencies are in fact a product of my imaginative fairy tale which i would love to believe is reality, isn't it funny as you grow up in your boyish innocence, the harshness of reality seems to grate you, corrodes your values as the worlds powerful waves crash against your morals and values, Submission. Sometimes I wonder, if my boyish fantasy is actually illusionary, is the love I felt true love or some lie cloaked in a mirage of happiness. Do I even know what love is? hmmmm I thought I loved ayla but was OUR love everything as I defined it...certainty wasn't everlasting definitely imperfect. I do Love her and my love is everlasting but at times I question her devotion to what she loves, if she loves ... she doesn't show it. Oh well life moves on my life will move on with struggles more merciless then this, :-) I don't know I love my life though I know this will all end in my rest, and then nothing can effect me.