My love is so painfully broken.
I can't love.
I can't promise someone I'll be theirs forever.
I can't take that vow that I will love them for better or worse.
I can't promise I'll love them in sickness and in health.
Not because they are not worth my love.
Not because they are too much.
Not because they are not enough.
It is because I have not embraced love with open arms; but instead with closed fists.
I have not understood, what it means to be loved.
So to love or to be loved; I do not know.
I do not know how to be loved or to love.
So I cannot love you in sickness and in health, for better or worse.
Nor can I promise you my forever.
