Knowing the limit of his love...


Knowing the limit of his love is like knowing when the world will end...
Will it really end or is it just a myth?
His love has found a limit to where mine has none...
Does that mean he does not really love me?
Or does that mean I do not really love him?
Is his love real?
Or is mine?
What is real what is not... I thought I knew when I was with you...
My heart once filled with happiness love and life is now empty...
Perhaps he did love me once just as I do him.
Perhaps he didn't...
I do not understand any more...