naked flower

I feel like I'm a little girl with a naked flower in her hand picking off each petal chanting "he loves me, he loves me not" repetitively. As I get to the end, with no more petals left to pick, I whisper "he loves me" and my mind can't help but feel a little more at peace.

As each petal makes its journey to the ground I find myself surrounded by a million different thoughts. Maybe I wasn't loved as much as I thought I was because actions scream louder than any word can be spoken. I whisper my concerns into the wind, hoping that one day they will go with it. I let my mind run free as all my stress builds up. What I need is a release from the business I put myself through. Instead of a release, I find myself with a naked flower wondering whether the "love" he felt was real.

If someone loves you, would they try to dictate how you live your life, how involved you are in college, what you want to do in the future? If someone truly loves you, doesn't that include a gentle nature that offers a hand to hold instead of a fist to block? If love really has no end then why is our love coming to an end?

Question after question and still no answers. I don't have time to be worrying about this.