Do you love yourself more than you love love?
How far would you go for the one you love?
Don't say it's silly, or such love only exists in drama and fairytales.
I did once, love love far more than I love myself.
Love, such a strong word but so overly used.
Actions are much truer than words, and what are your actions telling me? What are my actions saying then?
Some things never go back, and some things take almost forever to be reverted back in the original state.
Are you willing to wait for the uncertainty? Are you willing to hold onto it?