Too many reasons

Why do you love me?
Because I can't help not to.

Why do you love me?
I don't.
Then, why don't you?
Because you don't love me.

Why do you love me?
Because I need to love someone.
But why me?
Because I can't find anyone else.

Why do you love me?
Because you remind me of someone I loved a long time ago.
You don't love me. You love him.

Why do you love me?
Because you loved me first.

Why do you love me?
I can't answer that. I choose not to answer that.

Why do you love me?
Because you hit me. I have to love you.

Why do you love me?
What makes you so sure I love you?

Why do you love me?
I don't. I hate you.

Why do you love me?
Because you find a million reasons to make me smile. Because I only need to look at you to make my whole day perfect. Because your presence makes me warm. Because I know now you're the one. Because I want to be with you the rest of my life. Because I need you more than I need anything else in the world.
But I don't love you...

Why don't you love me?
Because you tie me down. Because you hold me too tight. Because you won't let me breathe. Because you don't give me a chance to fall in love with you. Because you make me sick! Because I can't stand your voice, your face, your questions questions QUESTIONS. Because I hate every living cell in your body. I hate how you treat me!
But I love you...




I love you.
I love you, too.
I love you, more.
That's not possible. No one loves you more than me.
I still love you more.
I love you.
Me too.






I miss loving someone that much...

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