“I’ve Been So Proud Of You And I Just Wish That We Had Gotten To Know Each Other.” “Me Too.”

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The Lie

You love her. You know you love her. Like you've never loved anyone else- anything else. She's so fucking lovable. Your heart swells at the sight of her, beats faster. Butterflies in your stomach. Euphoria tugs at the corners of your mouth. The room just lit up when she walked through that door. She's so fucking lovable.

But

"I love you too." There it is. The lie you knew would come. Of course it's a lie. How could she love you? How could something as dirty, as tainted, as sinful, as a lie come out of her mouth?

But

Of course it's a lie. She is so fucking lovable. She is easy to love. She doesn't take time to love. She doesn't take effort. Thought. Strength.

To love her is to breathe. The air filling your lungs, the adoration filling your heart- they're one in the same. To love her is to breathe. To live.

But

You. You are not so lovable. You are smoke in the air. To love you is to choke. To claw at your throat and gasp for air. For her.

You've suffocated others enough to know this. Of course it's a lie. How could she love you? How could anyone?

Not even you can.

How slow life seems to me,

How violent the hope of love can be.

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Questions

Why do you think the only value you hold is what you can or can't do?

Why do you think the only value you hold is what you can or can't give me?

Why do you think you're less?

Why do you think you're not good enough?

Why do you think these things?

Why do you feel this way?

Who did this to you?

Was it me?

Was it them?

What can I do to help you?

What can I do to support you?

What can I do to fix this?

I’ve seen people pass around the “hold up, I’m googlin’ something” image but it cropped out the part where he was googling “how many guys can one guy take”

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