Violating the boundaries I set myself, for myself, I cross over into the scary arena of real conversation – the no man’s land. The very web I ran away from – the trap of expectation and disappointment – I fall prey to it. I stand in front of you like a beggar with hands stretched, having bared my all, and you? You stand there telling me I shouldn’t be here. I look up to you with eyes hungry for a real answer, a real reciprocation, but all I am able to generate is robotic sentences that make the decision for entering the no man’s land proven definitely wrong.
And all I am left with is disappointment. Disappointment and deep, crushing, disabling guilt. But I love you still. It is me I hate.
Title: Coldplay. Yellow.
Inside of Love 
This is sad, It seems a one-sided love where one steps out on a limb and is left hanging.
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That’s another good point of view, Janna. Didn’t think of that,hmm.
But thank God it’s not that here. Just about the misunderstanding caused when communication is cut off between two people who otherwise wish the best for each other.
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