He was aggressive, impulsive, overprotective and dominating. His love, however, was so pure, so genuine, that I overlooked his flaws.
I didn't even think that maybe he isn't ready to commit all his time to someone else, yet. I Ignored the fact that he had his own issues to sort, first.
I got selfish. I rushed the relationship. His love for me ruined him. I saw it happening; His breakdown; Not being able to control his emotions; Reacting in extremes over the smallest thing.
There was nothing that I could do to help. I only seemed to make it worse. He fell into the deepest depression, and I hated myself, knowing that I was to be held responsible.
Love made me selfish. Loving me broke him. // Tanisha Jain
