Imagine.
For a week you've been so in love with each other.
Head over heels.
On every Cloud 9.
High on romance.
Even vocal about it.
Then an unseen situation put a sudden stop to the momentum.
One could have done more to appease the other. While the latter can easily understand where the former had fallen short in.
Then from a stratospheric flight, an ensuing cold war envelops them. Still on the spot. For a minute. Then an hour. Then a day. Then days. Naturally, gravity would pull them down. Head first. Or heart. Whichever is more important to protect.
Boom! Face flat on the ground.
Question is capital WHY?
Why didn't we just let that addictive, unstoppable L-O-V-E save them both?
Or why didn't they themselves?
That after all, "I'd assume even if one's at fault, he or she still loves me after all. He or she professed it to me days prior. Even vocal about it."
That after all, "I assume he or she didn't want to do what he or she didn't do. That he or she didn't choose to fall short on purpose. That after all, there was strong love prior and what sort of worries can put us down just like that"
That after all, "I love him or her and why shouldn't I just let this snapping temper defeat me...or us?"
That after all, "He or she has been consistent in reassuring me that I am constantly on his or her mind. Sun up to sun down."
There was supposed to be benefit of the doubt.
There was supposed to be "I'm sure you're not doing this to upset me because I know, and you're even vocal about it, you love me too much to do it on purpose"
There was supposed to be "I'd rather be sorry for myself choosing to get hurt than be sorry for the two of us letting our egos defeat our infallible love"
Why can't love be enough reason itself?
Because after all, one didn't really love the other as much as the latter really did the former?
That they may be sprung over one another but not essentially in a unified sense of love.
That one may look at his or her love pink while the other light red?
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