they say that one who truly hates themself cannot love another, but my love for you is my life itself. i am yours in heart, awake and aslumber, in body, mind and soul. i live to love you, there is nothing left for me besides that.
My heart is filled with nothing but dark emotions. Sorrow, pain, hatred—no, not only those. There are even things like love in this resurrected heart. But humans—or rather, I, having become human, know love and therefore also know hatred.
he was holding him too softly, with too much tender assurance that he felt something sick twisting in his gut, like shame at himself.
'but i am a monster,' he says, desperate for him to heed this warning. (he means: save yourself.)
'then you are my monster.'
they say that one who truly hates themself cannot love another, but my love for you is my life itself. i am yours in heart, awake and aslumber, in body, mind and soul. i live to love you, there is nothing left for me besides that.
