I think those of us that fall in love too soon have a way of giving our significant others too much….too much. So much so that we cripple our partners, never giving them a chance to show us who they are and what they’re truly capable of as our other half. I think sometimes we don’t want to admit that maybe our sweet love is truly not that significant. I think we are afraid of the truth, bc the truth will hurt us more than the lie we’ve built.
I don’t want to kill myself anymore trying to fulfill a side of me that still left empty after the partaking of death.
Whatever in us would make us believe that the imparting of death would give us life? And after the imparting is through, you become more dead than you were before you began. This is not my life. This can’t be life.