I love you

by walterdoege

these three words…so many times spoken…loving you, you are not my property…you are not of mine…my life is not a property…my life is not of mine…in the flow of perceptions, cause love is also perception…she is a beautiful and lovely young woman…she asked me ‘do you love me?’…we were talking in a café…I tell her ‘I love you..I don’t want you, I don’t need you…my love is a futility…my loving you is useless…I have nothing to give  to you…I have no thing’…she stand in surprise and smiled…then I say…’thanks. farewel’…and take the ticket for arrival section of the airport