“And I hate that you hurt and I hate that there are things that I can’t understand about you but I don’t care because I love you, I love every part of you, I love everything about you. I want to love you for the rest of my life.”
I love being in love. I go from crush to crush wanting to give my love away. Give them my attention. Have them take up thoughts in my mind. Fantasize life with them. I love that feeling. And sure, I’m crushed along the way. But I hope one day I’ll meet the man who will want to love me back.
That time, too, you ran away because you didn’t have to courage to handle the pain, and I fought that pain instead of you. Do you understand? If it hadn’t been for me, you would already have died, miserable and alone. But who is calling whom a fake?