The Problem Is..
the problem is that
you believe that there is meaning
to every encounter
that nothing happens by random
that there is always a purpose
why two people meet
fall in love
and then decide to part ways
you always have a reason
to rationalize your pain
and that makes me love you more
granting that you love me too,
what could be the possible reason?
tell me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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