I need to believe, that you loved me, because that, was what my life was, built upon. The need to believe that you loved me, that, was what kept me going, for all these years, and, even at the faces of conflicting evidences that showed, that you don’t, I’d still chose to believe, that you loved me.
The need to believe that you loved me, that, is something that can easily, turn, into denial. The need to believe that you loved me, because that, is what my life is built upon, and, without this sturdy, impenetrable belief of that you did, love me, I won’t survive.
The need to believe that you loved me, but you don’t, and so, how, can I, live with this, painful truth, that you don’t? Perhaps, I shall, wait, for awhile, for everything to start sinking in, then, sort through it all???
The need to believe that you love me, but you don’t, and there’s just, NO way ‘round it, and I know, that you don’t, and my head had been, working so god DAMN hard, to convince my heart, and now, my heart’s, become, a little more receptive to the idea, that maybe, you never even, loved me at all………
Life, the Obstacle Course 