I am in love. Because of love, I endure everything. I gave him a special gift ,because I love him. I always smile at him when I see him. I am pleased with his sucess. I wish he loved me. I love his goodness and kindness. I have never been jealous of him. Everytime he apologises me, I forgive him because I think he is a good person. This is my story. What do you think? Does love make me blind? He says " Actions speak louder than words". He has been good to me. I don't know. He just has to tell me. He might be a good man that doesn't love me