Love is patient.

Love is patient and I think I’m losing my patience. Am I falling out of love? It’s been over a year now, and one and a half years is not a joke. I can’t waste another year not knowing where to go in the relationship I’m in.

Love is kind. I used to but after he abused my kindness by dating another girl and sending her sweet messages through text and talked to her on the phone almost every night and visits her (her place is down south and you need a car to travel there because of the terrible traffic and lack of available public transportation), I think I’ve become bad.

It does not envy. Well I envy the other couples who are engaged to be married and hold hands in public and are not afraid to show their emotions to each other.

It does not boast. Hah! I never boast. He does.

It is not proud. This is the same as the statement above.

It is not rude. Well, I’ve become rude too after the Love-is-kind line.

It is not self-seeking. I should try to think of myself first from now on. No more charity, honey.

It is not easily angered. What?! After all the things I’ve been through, the pain, the heartbreak, the sorrow, I should not be easily angered? Are you crazy?! @#&%! Now I’m getting angry again.

It keeps no records of wrongs. Scroll up. I just did.

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. This one I’ll have to pass because I don’t really tolerate evil.

It always protects. I’m just protecting myself from future harm.

Always trust. I’ve lost my trust since the Love-is-kind line. They say if you cannot trust, you cannot love. So I guess I can’t love anymore.

Always hopes, always perseveres.

But somehow, at the back of my mind, I’m still hoping that things will be all right again. And I will never stop hoping. I will persevere.