To love is good, too: love being difficult. For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation. For this reason young people, who are beginners in everything, cannot yet know love: they have to learn it. With their whole being, with all their forces, gathered close about their lonely, timid, upward-beating heart, they must learn to love. But learning-time is always a long, secluded time, and so loving, for a long while ahead and far on into life, is--solitude, intensified and deepened loneness for him who loves. Love is at first not anything that means merging, giving over, and uniting with another (for what would a union be of something unclarified and unfinished, still subordinate--?), it is a high inducement to the individual to ripen, to become something in himself for another's sake, it is a great exacting claim upon him, something that chooses him out and calls him to vast things.
Of what is and what was
What are you thinking?
Confusion within my heart
Uncertain if your love for me is true
Is it love or just me wondering?
Tension builds up
Confused with feeling toward you
What did you say?
Forgot again?
Sadness builds up
Accumulated by feelings
Of what is and what was
Can you tell me?
Understand me
I love you without knowing
I care without wondering
Is it too late or is it too early?
What is it?
Friendship or relationship?
Controlling my feelings
Torture by my own thoughts
Unsure of what is true
Is it just a figure of my imagination?
Thought that you care
Thought that we were meant to be
Only my mind is always wondering
Can you please tell me and end all this torture
You know that I care
You know what to do
Please hold me to end all the curiousity
Of what is and what was
Loving you or hating you
Makes me so unclear
Tell me that you do not care
With all your might
Or tell me that I am just imagining
Of what is and what was
Thoughts of loneliness
Close out to the whole world
Only you have the strength
To open me up
For me to love once again
Dreaming of what is to happen
Knowing what is to continue
Torturing of my mind
Tearing of my heart
Pain in my soul
Of what is and what was
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