It’s possible to love someone until it hurts, hating them until you fall back into the same routine of loving them all over again.
Is this right? Wrong? Undecided?
What hurts more than losing love, is starting over; finding a heart to mend with, grow with, love with. It takes time, everything takes time but we all lack patience.
With love comes hate, after hate comes new love.
Are you patience enough to wait?
Should you continue to move on or remain sheltered in a broken loving heart?