Would you love me as much as the one whom you loved initially knowing it will only end up in ruination through physical commitment but never a forever promise, never a family bound nourishment, never an establishment of eternal trustworthy, righteous love for each other, to which you flet/forever feel like butterflies running through your belly, would such butterflies ever fly through you if you ever know that how much I love you that I came all the way from the abode to which I belong? Searching for you through unknown ways, through ruthless human (even though I was all wrongful) and battling the unknown wars, in which I’m constantly being made accountable for the past, ruthlessly excruciating me with endless blames and loathe for my apologies, efforts being put to build something ethical, lovable and inseparable.
Would you love me beyond my sins? Beyond my fears? Beyond our pasts and people that may/had given/give you anything which I may lack, which you may find insufficient, would you still choose to love me as much as I do, or would you wreck me apart when the old/new satisfactory entity arrives?
Would you love me as much as you loved those who used you for the pleasures or would you throw me into the trench of miseries by choosing the rest of the world when bored of me or find any blemishes in me?