I hate distance.
It tears feelings, hopes & dreams apart.
Blows them to obliteration.
I hate fear.
It prevents opportunities, reliability & confidence.
Keeps them well hidden.
I hate hope.
It destroys lives, imagination & people.
Makes you feel worse when you lose it.
I hate all these things because, combined, they kill me.
Little by little, day by day; slowly injecting the needle.
I don’t know if it’s fate or karma but I hate it anyways.
I hate knowing that,
even the most possible things,
can have the power to disappoint.
To change my life and mind all the time,
to make me wish I were someone else or somewhere different.
I just want my love back.
My love for all the uncertainty.
But I can’t. No matter how hard I try.
Because for once in my life,
I know that all of these things,
these little things
have the ability to take away something I never had before.
Love for another being.
Complete and sweet love that I am not willing to give up on.
And the crazy thing?
I love a human being who loves me back.
He loves me.
That means more to me than anything in this entire world.
And yes, it is even worth hating all the things in life that make it interesting.
I have someone that I find interesting.