Love or something like it

 

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Last night again,
voices were raised, doors were banged, tears gave way to sleep.
Last night again,
words hurt, tones wounded, feelings were betrayed.
Last night again,
we both went down the path of, “Is this what we really set out to be?”

But….

As morning dawned again,
anger was tinged with hues of regret, “Maybe he was right, maybe she wasn’t wrong”
As morning dawned again,
we both sought answers for, “If not him than who, if not her than why?
As morning dawned again,
we were waiting for our words to reach, where our passions wanted us to be

Perhaps, this indecision too, perhaps this hesitation too, is love?

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