Why does love have to hurt too much? Is it an agony to be enjoyed in the depths of solitude? Why can’t it be reciprocated in equilibrium when one shares it to another? Why can’t one just love and be loved the same? Why is it such turmoil in the mind that the latter cannot control it? Why does the heart beat a thousand times in restlessness of jealousy and deceit? Why does the shuddering sound of my heart defy my composure to the point of lacking thereof? Why do I mention your name when I know I am in great aching at the sound of it? Why am I living through this seclusion just to appease you? Why do I inexorably search for freedom when I seek for your love? Why do I have to live through this when rationally I should be able to get through this on my own? Why would you not just love me? Why not as much as I love you? Why don’t you see into and through me when you stare at my eyes? Why won’t you look into me and feel my pain? Why won’t you just simply love me back? Why won’t you?  Why?