Remembering the past...

Speaking of love, my heart is full of it. You are my only reason to live...

Lately, my heart is in much pain but you are not the problem now... Something more complex is bothering me right now. Watching your parents being so inloved with their age and keeping it up, makes me realise that what my parents had, was never love. Call it resentment, but it's MY resentment. Only a few good memories stay in my mind, but like I said, in my balance the bad memories weight more than the good ones. Crying is not the anwer, but for someone like me, who lives in a constant pain and suffering, it's the only option.