Messy Scribling #5

1/6/16

Just because you love someone, it doesn't make them a better person.

What scares me the most about us, isn't him... It's myself.

My cruelty.

My ability to become detached so easily has been both a blessing and a curse.

I could get over him, right now, if I wanted to. I could separate myself from everything that bounds me to him in one swift figurative slash of these cords that intertwine my heart with his.

If I wanted to... So why don't I?

Why don't I end his frustration with our situation when I know he deserves better? When I know, deep down, that the victory we both crave will come at great personal cost?

I provide you with the most predictable and naïve of answers... But also, the truth:

Because I love him.

I love him with everything that I have... To the point where my heart physically aches in pain, unaccustomed to hurting out of pure joy at the thought of him.

He has completely overtaken my mind. Once more, I have handed over the keys to my heart; But this time, I know I have chosen my captor well.