I don’t know how to love

I don’t know how to love a little. What is this not giving all of myself? What is this lack of complete, bittersweet immersion – this absence of a smothered love, this freedom you speak of that love gives? I don’t understand. For me to choose love is to choose it all, and always – […]


‘Will you hate me forever if I leave?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Forever, ever, or just till next week?’ ‘Forever.’ ‘Ok, you know no one is capable of hating someone forever.’ ‘Wanna find out?’ I think my boss is taking my resignation personally.

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