“I hate you, but you're the only one by my side.”
“I love you, but you already know that.”
Memories
Really, truly
that shape someone
masterfully well-done passage
into becoming
by the author themself.
who they are now.
It can go either way, and it all depends on you.
That sort of love must be difficult. It is difficult.
Who are you without eachother? It is absurd to think about yourself without him, huh. It goes both ways.
To be able to love someone
that much, and to that extent
is both a blessing and a curse.
“Why would I be worthy of something like that?”
“I know myself that I don't deserve it. So, why?”
Too fucking pure,