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Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Don't Tell Me That You Love Me

Don’t profess to love me, when I can’t count on you to keep your word. Words mean nothing without the actions to support them. When your words can’t be counted on, why should I count on your love? I can’t.

Don’t profess to love me when you lied to me two hours ago. What makes you think I ‘ll believe you now?

When your feelings change from one day to the next, and you tell me love is more than feeling, well….what are you feeling today?

Don’t describe the love you feel for me when you don’t treat me the way you describe.

Don’t profess a love you believe in when you don’t practice it yourself.

When you say that you think love is a certain way and yet you say you’re loving me, when it is in complete contradiction to the way you say you “think” love is, just what is it you’re doing?

When you write lots of nice things about love and profess to love me the way you write about, I have no reason to believe you.

When you don’t even know how to love yourself, what makes you think you can handle me?

On so called special occasions like Valentine’s Day, birthdays, Thanksgiving and Christmas, and you want to do something special for me because you “love me,” what makes you think one day is going to make up for months of treatment that wasn’t anything like what you’re attempting to do now?

When you don’t know how I need to be loved, what makes you think you can love me?

When you never ask, “How can I love you today, “why should I think you care?

When you say “I know just how to love you and make you happy,” and you don’t know me at all or as well as you think you do, just who do you think you are?

When you don’t ask from day to day, “How are you feeling?’ what makes you think you can even begin to love me? Or…do you think you know how I feel based on how you feel and the day you’re having?

When you don’t know what I believe about love, what makes you even think I want your love?

When you don’t see me for who I really am, instead of what you think I should be, or through a pair of glasses with poor lenses, what makes you think you can love me?

Just because you profess to love me, what makes you think I want it?

When you can’t see me for who I am, what I think, feel, believe, value, need, want, hope for, dream for and find important….DON’T tell me that you love me. You just don’t know how and you just don’ get it.

And for that matter….what makes you think you can love me in the first place?