Do we talk ourselves in or out of love?

Does it make us sink below or cause us to rise above?

Do we wonder 'maybe it's something more' or convince
ourselves it's definately something less?

Do we notice the worst or focus on the best?

When is it real and when is it fake?

Is it too much we give or too much we take?

Is it that we frown in the sunshine and smile in the dark?

Why does it torment me so when it's obliberated by a big,
fat, question mark?