It does not hurt to love you.
No, loving you is something I could do forever and never grow tired of. Loving you is like breathing; easy and wonderful. Loving you is like curling my fingers into something soft, like the smell of coffee in the morning or the sight of a new sunrise. Loving you is a wondrous, beautiful and easy task.
What is painful my dear, is the fact that you are not mine and never will be. What is painful, what hurts more than anything, is the fact that I cannot help you. I cannot have you, cannot help you, and you can’t have me. We may have each other for a night here and there, but we cannot have each other; not in the way that we wish.
So no, darling, loving you doesn’t hurt, it’s everything else that does.
No, loving you is something I could do forever and never grow tired of. Loving you is like breathing; easy and wonderful. Loving you is like curling my fingers into something soft, like the smell of coffee in the morning or the sight of a new sunrise. Loving you is a wondrous, beautiful and easy task.
What is painful my dear, is the fact that you are not mine and never will be. What is painful, what hurts more than anything, is the fact that I cannot help you. I cannot have you, cannot help you, and you can’t have me. We may have each other for a night here and there, but we cannot have each other; not in the way that we wish.
So no, darling, loving you doesn’t hurt, it’s everything else that does.