Prologue

A short.

I couldn't always see the way he loved me. I'm sorry to say yes, I even doubted it many times. Because it wasn't the way I expected him to love me. He used to say that to me. That's what started it. The feeling of distance growing between our souls, yet could not utter with words. I used to tell him I didn't believe it. You don't love me or you would....

What a naive way to look at love. How selfish. What did I know? But still we loved. Our doubt of one another doesn't negate what we actually felt. Because in hindsight I see. I love him, and he loved me. 

Author's Note

Just a short poem. A prologue of sorts for a poetry book I am publishing.

Reviews

[JulianaSun]

Doubt can be a devious, poisonous thing that distorts reality and plays tricks on our minds. Dear writer, we all have doubted love and the words " I love you" at some point in our lives. The most important thing is to weigh someone´s feelings not with the head but with the heart. The heart always tells the truth.

[A. Amos]

I felt your writing and enjoyed the read...would be back to read more!

[Saruwa]

Thank you A. Amos! I enjoyed your writings and glad you enjoy mine as well-

[A. Amos]

You're most welcome my friend