and maybe we think too much

maybe this is life:

making decisions rashly and regret them later. crawling up in bed at night, alone with oneself and the heartsickness. going on and thinking: it’ll be alright. but then, it is not.

maybe love is that, what we create it to be, and not what we expect from it. and maybe the meaning of life is, that we appreciate it without seeing a meaning.

and maybe we think too much.