The Bubbled Love

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My love for her was like a snow castle, magnanimous, astounding, pure, but temporary. But in my mind, I had always despised of people who showered girls with momentary love, only to gain something back. Didn't that mean I should have equally hated myself? No, my ego didn't allow me to do that. It placed me on a higher position in my own mind, stating the reason that I never wanted anything in return. But now as I think of those days in my solitary life, I think I too was not different, but what I expected was. I needed their trust, their hopes and their love in return for a show of love. And in the process, I couldn't realize when that show had actually turned real...