I love you loving me.
You love me loving you.
I love you loving me—
loving you—
loving me.
You love me loving you—
loving me—
loving you.
I am happy that you love me.
But unhappy if you don’t.
I think—
I don’t need you to love me
for me to love myself.
And yet,
I love you
loving me—
and us,
loving each other.
She loves me.
I feel good.
I was happy—
(a little, somewhat…
in a different way)
before she loved me.
So maybe,
I don’t need her love.
She is angry that I
don’t need her love.
He is angry
that she is angry
that he doesn’t need her love—
because she should know—
you have to love yourself
before anyone can love you.
…Or something like that.
I didn’t love you loving me,
before you started loving me.
If you stopped loving me,
I would not be happy.
But I was happy—
(theoretically)—
before you loved me.
And that is how you could love me.
Right?
You wouldn’t love me
if I didn’t love me.
But we would be unhappy
without our love.
Wouldn’t we?