Anything feels meaningless after endlessly repeating it.
I'm in love with you.
I'm in love with you.
I'm in love with you.
Raging in my head.
Spinning round like a carousel just waiting to be released by my lips. There's no place for me to free the phrase. I question whether I can still love you if you won't let me? I can't tell if I'm repeating this out of habit and fear of change or if I still feel it.