A Love Letter

I was never able to make you believe that I love you. People can love different people differently, I love diffrent people diffrently I don't know about others. I have no idea how and why my love for you couldn't go across from my heart to you. You loved me the traditional way, which was right on your part but I couldn't, I couldn't because I had some rules and I was not intoxicated and consumed in love as people generally are. My love for you was, in fact, is a sane one. But it was love. How unfortunate is it when you love someone and they also love you and you can't get your love across. You know that they love you but you are not able to make them believe that you too love them. My love for you was sane, but your love for me was worldly. Is that how women love? To get married? Probably that's how all women love. To get married. It's a splinter in my heart, that I couldn't make you believe that I too love you. What was so special in me that I wouldn't love you. Though the world comes in between. It always does. The seeds of suspicion and disbelief are sown by the world. I could've handled it, if only the world hadn't come in between. I would have made you believe that I love you. That you are deserving of love. Did the world spoil you, I don't know. I'm not sure about it. I went through hell, but I survived it because I was a warrior, and warriors live in hell. I would never know whether you were or were not part of the problem and it doesn't matter because I loved you, in fact, I still do. Probably you were part of the problem, or probably you were as unfortunate as me, or probably you were supposed to have a better life. I don't regret shit, except the things I did that I didn't want to do. I could've kept it clean, but does that matter. Two lonely souls taking care of each others, or maybe not, just one lonely and other not so loney soul taking care of each other. It doesn't end for me, it never will, and I know that it's the world that came in between and it was not you. I regret nothing except not being able to show my love for you, not being able to make it reach to you, and again it was the world that prevented it. I forgive you, because your love was worldly. Probably women only love to get married.