When do you truly know that you love someone?
The state where you love them enough to let them destroy your entire being just for a smile on their faces.
The thing is, I never expected to be in the place that I am currently in.
As a child, I hated those people who didn't talk to me and kept quiet a lot.
But as I grew older, I understood those exact people and became the very thing my younger self hated the most.
The alternative is worse, I think. That's because there's only so much pretending I can do.
The nights. They are the worst. The world sleeps, but I cry. The world around me keeps on living, and every single night I feel myself drifting farther and farther away from this wretched place.
Life isn't the same anymore. I no longer yearn to find someone to love; there are too many broken things in me, and I don't want the other person to bleed like I am just to fix it.
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