The Measure Of Things

How do you measure one's love? Or devotion?

Perhaps, by the number of tapsilogs you can deliver and the number of kilometers you can cover?

To our dear N., there are certain things that love can endure and can give. Right now, we don't know if all of that is justified but hopefully, at the end of it, are the arms of your beloved.

Or maybe, by the amount of time you give.

There was once, when I, (this time me), I revolved around him, everything I did was because of him, the departed. But that's all water under the bridge now.

In some other times, we are willing to compromise (or jeopardize?) our reputation.

Thankfully, R., you are done and over with it. (Or are you?)