Sometimes, just love is not enough. That is what I read in one chapter of an online fiction. In many moments, love is not mere that three words. That is more about how you prove what you meant by then, and actions are not easy things.
Maybe, we were in love. Nevertheless, we are not now. Perhaps, you felt in on me. But you already stand outside me. Accidentally, the promise we compromised months ago, just be a history. A lost story.
As easy, like that.
Surely, just love is not enough. We are like an apple, with a worm inside. The red skin is still glowing, fresh. In addition, you will look at it with curiousness. However, without you now, there are holes inside. Fragile. Like a crystal at the edge. One accidentally moment and it will be crushed.
Yes. Just love is never enough.