Never for one second did I doubt that you weren’t just as much of a mental case as I or that you couldn’t be just as much of a bitch-ass-dick-head too.
Was this your plan all along. To make we see what I could have known but didn’t and now that I can’t I get to suffer because of the love I have for you. Love you keep questioning.
I have no desire to give you the ability to devastate me beyond repair. If you won’t reply to me when I actually try to break the ice then I’m at total loss of what to do.
Six months out of complete dark and you’ve fucked with my head more than people I’ve known for decades. Is this what you really want me to feel? Like I can’t love you unconditionally. I really hope not. If so I wish you’d never said my name ever.
Maybe you need these emotion for more than you’re willing to admit to me or possibly yourself. I’ve already noticed and I can live with it if I have to. I understand. It’s going to be a rollercoaster ride of the most twisted kind this I do believe my dearest.