I loved you, first, because you showered me affection and attention, which held a promise of ever after. That spurred my decision to love you.
As the years rolled by, that promise has been thrown to the sidelines. But guess what? I still love you because I’m committed to my decision to love you.
My love has been shunned, insulted, abused, battered and gone through all but the promise it anticipated.
My love still stands, not because it got what it expected, but because it has to keep its own end of the bargain irrespective of all else.
I still root for love. Faint is my hope but i do hope, because love is a beautiful thing and to be loved has no comparison.