I know it's love, but I don't see the love anymore. I don’t know how it gets along with you. . You treat every boy you meet so nicely that it has become difficult for me to distinguish. Distinguish between for whom you care the most, and for whom you don’t at all. . We talk through nights about daughters and sons and at the same time, we can go days without talking to each other. . Well, don't you feel that you need to wipe my tears. It was my fault, isn’t it? For being a strong independent man from the start and for having shown my love in parts and forgiving you each time. Once we were falling in love and now, I am falling apart. . I’ve realised that distance between us grows every time I smile at you and tell you that I am fine. . And you believe it. Every. Time. . And I ask myself, for how long have you been believing that the fake smile that I use to cover our broken relationship. . You promise to bring me coffee in bed and every thing that any boy would love to fantasise, but the truth is, you don’t even bother to tell me you love me. . I block you at night, expecting a call. In the morning, nothing changes. . Well, you took the first step, and now a sorry is too much for you to say. . I know it’s love, but I don’t see the love anymore.