I wish for someone who has the desperate need of love as I have; whenever I have it. So I wouldn’t have to ask for a favor or a need. Because my needs are their needs. And together we can fulfill every aspect of it. To feed each other from within, to reach the ultimate gratification and thus create a moment of utter joy.
The dumber people think you are, the more surprised they’re going to be when you kill them.—William Clayton
It’s not that I hate you. I hate the idea of you; the idea that you will never fail me; slicing the strings of reasoning within me. So that each pain you granted killed me a little bit more inside. I believe it is not intended but perhaps you got used to my ‘okay’ and it’s ‘fine’ because, I never wanted to live in a world where you are not in it; not when I have already found you. Gluttony of my soul would not allow me to lose you again. I knew that each time I bowed to the hurt you caused I lose a part of me. My beating desires overwhelm me sometimes. You insert fear in me, the kind of fear that I’d lose my common ground to you. I told you before that it scares me how forgiving I am with you. But I didn’t tell you that I found pleasure in vulnerability. It’s like I have finally taken off my armor and costume; revealing my skin, uncovering my wounds and surrendering my spirit to you…
