I stopped believing in love last week. ( The first week in February. Sorry, I can't tell exactly when.)
No, a guy didn't break my heart.
I didn't lose love from someone else and I didn't find it either.
To clearly say it, it was the moment when my love for God crumbled.
It was when the angels were silent for the first time in my life.
I’m occasionally weird. I don’t like jump shots and selfie shots and love month among others. I was trained by Ayn Rand years ago to be deviant when she shrugged the Atlas. It’s still in my system.
To break a wall from this deviancy, I’m going to a quest for definitions of love this love month and it might extend months after.
I might somehow believe back.
Please help me here.
No, a guy didn't break my heart.
I didn't lose love from someone else and I didn't find it either.
To clearly say it, it was the moment when my love for God crumbled.
It was when the angels were silent for the first time in my life.
I’m occasionally weird. I don’t like jump shots and selfie shots and love month among others. I was trained by Ayn Rand years ago to be deviant when she shrugged the Atlas. It’s still in my system.
To break a wall from this deviancy, I’m going to a quest for definitions of love this love month and it might extend months after.
I might somehow believe back.
Please help me here.
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