It’s surprising how much you love people when you harm them. Or is it guilt? Or is it the fear of losing them? All you know is that it swells in your chest as tears swell and choke their way up to your throat. Sometimes you do something small. You say you’re hurting because of how they are hurt but the truth is that it’s because of how much they mean to you. And the more they mean to you, the more devastating it is to wrong them. It’s as if you are doing it to yourself. They cry, you cry. They are wounded, you run to nurse them. This kind of love is all consuming. It is dangerous. And if not handled with care, it can kill you.
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