I never felt a magnetic pull towards anybody. The more I loved. The more I departed. I was frighten to my bones at the possibility of waking one day around the realization that my whole world depended upon one person. Vulnerability frightens me. (I couldn’t, couldn’t couldn’t do that to myself). Instead, I always measured Love at the heightened rate of happiness and the lengths of unfortune. I limited myself. Always feeling at a necessary rate (never drain yourself from the better being). Always limiting, never saying: ” I love you”. Always saying: “Goodbye”.
