I have come to the realization that, no one will love me as hard as I love them. Souls can’t fathom my type of love. My type of love comes from the depths of all the wounds that have pooled together. That type of love where I’d watch the world burn for you. The type of love where I’d die for you, without a single hesitation. A love so strong I’d let you destroy me from the inside out, if it made you happy. I want that type of love. I gave you that type of love and in return, I watched you walk away while drowning in the river my tears you created. You opened another wound, that will eventually pool with the others.