“I think people would be happier if the admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment. We are all defined by something we can’t change.”
Born to keep him in my basement, forced to say “I’ll see you next weekend”
“I am destroying myself so other people can’t, and it’s the worst kind of control but it’s the only form I know.”
When she wants me to open up but I already told her my full name and my favorite color.
“I am afraid I will love you forever and we will never be in the same room again.”
Born to experience deep affection. Forced to master the art of letting go.