“It was the kind of love that, sooner or later, cornered you into a choice: either you tore free or you stayed and withstood its rigor even as it squeezed you into something smaller than yourself.”
Most days, we long for someone to love us deeply, unyieldingly, and without recourse. Sometimes, we are so selfish that we'll do anything, anything, to get someone to love us; even if sometimes we are a little hard to love. But, we accept the love we think we deserve.
Some days, there is a kind of love that terrifies me; the kind of love that is much bigger than we are ever capable of having; the kind of love that is too big for us to bear, that all it ever does is shrinking us into a million tiny molecules. The kind of love that, instead of nurtures—kills.
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