Does love have an expiration date?
Maybe for some and not for others, I don’t know, I feel like I’m just taking advantage of this window of clarity to think opposite of my symptoms.
Maybe I don’t love you.
Maybe I am crazy.
But that also invites this idea that I will never form a relationship with anyone else.
That I may never love anyone else.
That I’ll be alone chasing hedonistic dreams instead of building a home, and maybe a family one day.
I don’t know.
