Love is not an easy thing to do anyway. It leave us in contemplation of things we do, are we hurting the love of our life, deliberately, at times we tend to think. I may have done so and it is not at all a good thing to do. Being a romantic wanderer, I tend to expect the same from you, which is quite impossible. You love me, but at times our worlds are different. Love can be explained as understanding the differences and respecting them, yet loving enough to put forward the person we love, than ourselves. Love is quite painful but without love I can’t cope.