Intention matters more to me than anything else.
When someone tells me that they love me.
I don’t believe them.
No.
I don’t.
I wasn’t born yesterday.
Anyone can say anything they want to.
It’s just words.
It’s not always true.
I start to study them silently.
I believe them only when it’s evident to me that they really do.
Even if the whole world is saying that they love me.
It doesn’t really send me on cloud 9.
Because I know the actual truth.
Half the population are jokers in a white cardigan.
