"Love"

Two years ago, I told everyone I don't believe in love. Back then no-one believed that. I quess I didn't either. But at some point I started to believe my own words and "love" was nothing more than a word to me.
Everywhere I went I saw couples kissing and holding each other. I had no-one. I didn't need no-one. I thought to myself: "Fools". But that's only what I wanted to think.
Deeb inside I still secretly beleived, that somewhere, maybe, there's someone for me to.

This year, I thought I found the one for me. I was finally "in love". Or so I thought... All I wanted, was to hold her near me and make her feel safe. I wanted to protect her. But in the end, I was the one doing the most harm on her, for not loving her for real. I was the one she needed to be protected from.

Today, I can finally say it out loud, without lying. I don't believe in "love". But I do believe, that there is such emotion, that makes you care for someone over everything else. It's hard to find, and even harder to maintain. If you have found such emotion, hold on to it.

For I couldn't. And therefore it is forbidden from me. Forever.