"I want to hear your voice"

The reply came "I'm busy, can't do it" There was a time when this woman was begging me to hear my voice just like me I thought and smiled bitterly "Last call of the year?" I pleaded, she picked up the call and remained silent. I asked how are you? He ignored my question and said, "What do you have to say?" "You don't love me anymore?" I asked, waiting for the hearing with a faint hope in my heart. There was a time when she used to say to me, "Don't you love me? She used to insist, write a poem for me, she used to force me to sing songs for me. I considered every word out of her mouth as a duty." Kirlita "Your love imprints deep within me"
I wanted to shake the love that died for me in him, so he blew up my own love. Your problem is. If love is one-sided from the beginning, then a person has an estimate of his time. There is no measure of time in mutual love. They don't let each other fall from equality, as soon as love gets the honor of one-sidedness, one party pushes the other, then you know how much time has to be spent on the return journey from love!! Meet me, the last time "Why six to seven times, sometimes mercy, sometimes stubbornness, sometimes threats, when you question the last meeting, love falls into the depths of shame "You didn't love me. So you shouldn't have made me fall in love, that's all I had to say, the irritated voice of a frustrated person came from the receiver. Love, love, love. No, why did I love you? Don't want to listen to you, don't want to meet you, don't you have any self-respect? Don't you feel ashamed, women made a ball around your neck while coming again and again, otherwise I would have told him that there is no self-respect in love, if there was, I would not have cultivated the soil of love in front of you and you in front of him on the other hand. When the phone was turned off, the trembling hands put the lip stone on the trembling lips!!
Who will account for this love?