Love

To me, loving is empathy.

Putting myself in their shoes
and feeling their pain,
but  hopefully I feel their joy too!

Sometimes...

So what is my joy to me?

Feeling something other than myself and wanting a happiness for someone else?

Sometimes I feel a joy in creating 
happiness, but I want to forget mine.

Feeling happy means feeling guilty if the person I love is miserable, even if it's not my fault.

So, I ask myself , what can I do?

Love... and hopefully it will all make since to me before I die without a smile on my face!

:)