I say that I don’t want to talk about it. Actually, I do, but I’m afraid of your reaction, I’m afraid that you’ll never see me as an equal again. I’m afraid of the pity in your eyes when you realize how screwed up I am.
I think a piece of me falls in love with anyone that I grow close to.
Suddenly all I want is to be with them. all of the time.
And then when I see them with someone else, it hurts.
It hurts as if my heart was being ripped from my body.
Because it means that they are no longer mine.
But the truth is-
They were never mine in the first place.