I love you. I won’t lie that I haven’t told anybody this line before. But at this moment, I love you. And all the moments to arrive, I want you to know that I will love you. Love has given me hope. And my hope has always been selfish. But love, I let it be pure. Pure and unconditional. I try to prevent it from the modernization, time has brought into it. Modern love demands me to be with you. To tell you how I feel by words that aren’t enough to explain. Modern love has bound me to chains. It tells me that as I express my feelings to you, I expect you to do the same.
“I love you.” I always thought it was an answer. But modern love has made it a question. “I love you. Do you love me?”
But I love you and I don’t expect a reply. I love you.