The love was there & it was real. Each one loved with how the other made them feel. No insecurities.
But then it dropped, not because of one’s insensitivity but because of the terror from the past that never lost connectivity. Unburied demons.
Now they’re strangers with divergent reasonings. One blaming the other out of context & sound reasonings. Not even a sincere apology can wash away the other’s insecurities. Yet still, they harbour feelings for each other, painfully.
Love, a complex feeling.