"You know that I love you, right?
I'm sure you do.
Because I do.
Even so—you don't get to play my feelings like that. You don't get to cut the strings of my heart like that. Like, you own it all.
I mean, the existence of my love for you is not an excuse that you can use to walk all over my tender consciousness. The presence of our intertwined heart is not an excuse that you can use to decide what you want and what you wish alone. The fact of our linking mind is not an excuse that you can use to pretend my soul is temporarily absence for the time being.
And at the end of the day, you still don't get to play with the beat of my heart like that. Like, you own it all.
You know that I love you, right?
Because what I'm asking you—is just to understand."
—g.c