The Fool

Dear Self,

I can't even put to words what I feel. Most of the time I try not to think about it. It's been helping so far but every now and then, in-between the spaces of busyness, it churns and coils in my heart. I feel that I should be upset or mad but it still boils down to that I understand. I understand completely. It's hard to feel angry when I feel like I know you so well. I wonder if I'm just a fool. But isn't that what love is? Just a fool.