When did your petals turn black?
For the winter is far,
And you, from root to tip, are ice.
Cold to the touch, and cold from your very core.
In your search for light
I offer my hand to you
You, rigid as the night bamboo,
Away from yourself.
Into the dusk.
"Recently, a lot of people close to me have been through trouble with people that they "love" and it's just, I don't know. Maybe I'm scared, maybe I'm upset, maybe I'm jealous, maybe it secretly makes me feel better about my situation. This guy, says he loves her, truly, forever, after less than one month together, without even knowing each other beforehand
I don't know exactly what he's feeling but it makes me question human nature; and the actual difference between true love and lustful infatuation, because the difference, no matter how much we dislike it, is very subtle indeed. In Japanese culture the use of the phrase 'I love you' is limited, as they believe th