Is my lover authentic? I am always left questioning, always left competing. Heart, soul, and mind in a race. Objectivity erased. Spent days thinking, Wandering, Wondering. Taking my necessary steps. Disillusioned and with a saddening conclusion. I am not loved. I am tolerated, Like a coffee too sweet. Love should not be in secrecy. I should not have over-fastidious concerns about how you feel for me. Love should not feel this empty. I should not have concerns about one-sided empathy. Love is not competing for affection, I should not have concerns about facing jealousy. Love is not unsure, I should not feel concerned that you would reject me. Four reasons against three words.