explain to me how love could ever be enough.
10 minute updates are my thing these days so what the hell, here goes.
"I asked him once you know," I say, and her head shoots up, "I asked him if he'd ever been in love." She moves instinctively closer, like she knows whatever he answered will have hurt, that intangible ache - a papercut for the soul. "At first he bullshitted, all that posturing, 'what is love?' and all the rest. And then he told me he truly believed that love was just more proof of the flawed design of humanity."
"Oh baby, I'm sorry," she breathes, and I go to laugh but it comes out in a sharp exhale.
"You want to know how I replied? I agreed. I sold myself out just to cover my own secret. I told him I'd only ever been in love with a shot glass and my reflection. You know why? Because he is in love with her and it's easier to destroy anything he feels for me than think about how he does love me too - just not enough."
"I asked him once you know," I say, and her head shoots up, "I asked him if he'd ever been in love." She moves instinctively closer, like she knows whatever he answered will have hurt, that intangible ache - a papercut for the soul. "At first he bullshitted, all that posturing, 'what is love?' and all the rest. And then he told me he truly believed that love was just more proof of the flawed design of humanity."
"Oh baby, I'm sorry," she breathes, and I go to laugh but it comes out in a sharp exhale.
"You want to know how I replied? I agreed. I sold myself out just to cover my own secret. I told him I'd only ever been in love with a shot glass and my reflection. You know why? Because he is in love with her and it's easier to destroy anything he feels for me than think about how he does love me too - just not enough."