To love is not something to regret about. It is something I should cherish and be grateful of, to be able to dedicate my affection to someone or something, no matter how hard it is. Thousand of times I heard myself saying,’This is it. This is the limit. I can’t take any more than this.’ But, hey, love is just limitless. At least for me and in this case. Though with the passing of time it only grows harder to find it in my heart to keep this feeling alive. My head tells me to quit it. But my heart refuses all the time.
Well, maybe I won’t keep this feeling in its former state : a passionate-almost uncontrollable love. I think I’ll just turn it into a more brotherly love. But surely I won’t change it dramatically into a burning hatred, though it does hurt so much and indeed I was tempted to enter the domain of anger and abhorrence. Fortunately I managed to keep my sensibility and I pray that I can be more gentle, kinder, more loving, not just to one in particular but to all beings.