the foundation of what this is.
The more I think of it, the more I try to reason --
Was there even a basis for this love?
Was there a reason for this to have turned into what it is now?
Because I can't stop thinking that maybe nothing is mutual. Sometimes it's feeling more than the other, sometimes it's feeling a lot less for the other. I am thinking about this in the most vague and general way, but note that when I speak "more" and "less" about feelings, I am speaking in a way that separates it from its volatility. Just because one feels more does not mean it is also more volatile than the other.
But thinking this way is not going to be productive.
The root issue is me finally realising that at the crux of it all, nothing we feel for a person, unless if verbalised in its entire honesty, is ever truly mutual.
But is that truly an issue? Does everything have to be put into the words that measure feelings?
And can words truly measure an emotion?
There will never be a day that an answer for this comes.