Philautia : Self Love 

He loves me, He loves me not.
- Wide awake listening to the silence of night, fighting thoughts I wished never to be mine . ,I failed him. I failed us. No, I failed me.
He loves me , He loves me not.
-Spending hours to find the right words only to realize , no, there aren’t words to describe this. The thrill of the chase, the exhilaration of the fall and maybe , I think , my words never really mattered.
He loves me, He loves me not.
-Finding emotion between the pages of a paperback , reminiscing what was and what never would be. One day in the past, I might have been as strong as the assassin of those fantasies. But today , I am just me.
He loves me, He loves me not.
- Looking for distractions in a loveless world and thinking , what if magic never existed at all?

But of course.
Of course it does.

And I am now on that long walk leading me to what I should never have had to lose. 


I love me , I love me not.
-One day , I truly will.