If  you ask me if I love you, I do.

It’s not a question I’d take time to answer. Supposedly no buts or what ifs. The thing is however, in my perception, I do.

Not unless you tell me that loving someone means also accepting everything that comes along with him, then let me take back my answer and try to convince you at what love is before I give you my “yes”.

Just because I accept doesn’t mean it’s okay. It’s a struggle to deal with things that you have to accept just because it’s there. Acceptance of actions is not tantamount to approval.

Not because I tolerate it, it’s no longer a burden.

I have my limits too. And I think I just reached it.