In the Pretext of Love

 When you love someone, you love them with your whole heart, with everything you are. You lose track of how much pain you're in, because you're ready to overcome every obstacle in the world just to stay by their side.
  
 In the middle of the day, if they ever feel terrible, you drop everything, abandon it all, and rush to stand beside them. You make it crystal clear—you love them, and because you love them, you can appear anywhere, anytime, leaving everything behind.
  
 You can pour out your entire heart for them, even if they won't do the smallest thing for you in return. No matter how many times they hurt you, wound you, make you bleed—every single time, you forgive them. You forget everything and love them still.
  
 In a world overflowing with aimless and shallow relationships, you are someone who still holds deep faith in eternal love. You still believe in long letters and roses. Most importantly, you know better than all of us how to truly love. Yes, it's because you know this that you suffer so much today!
  
 When night falls, you try desperately to sleep, wondering if you're somehow to blame for their unhappiness, heaping guilt upon yourself. At the very moment when you should feel proud of loving them so selflessly, so madly, you're busy searching for your own flaws—the ones you imagine might be causing them pain!
  
 Listen, I'm telling you—stop now, enough is enough! Learn to understand your own worth. Your love for them hasn't made you dissolve into water. Someone who refuses to give you anything—and you're putting your entire self up for auction for them!? Step away while there's still time. How much you love them isn't what matters. How long you've been with them and how much of your life you've spent on them—none of that matters either.
  
 I accept that love is the greatest thing, that love is everything in life. But this truth only applies to someone who doesn't keep you in unnecessary pain, who doesn't punish you without cause. If you ever feel that someone is using your love as an excuse to exploit you, to keep you in agony, then push aside all the logic in the world and let go of their hand right then. Think about it—someone who never even took your hand, how long will you keep holding theirs and subjecting yourself to such neglect?