love should be treated as a delicate emotion.
it is fragile, it is chaotic. it is like a newborn child; you don't just throw it around carelessly. you wrap it up in a blanket and set it down to sleep.
this is how i treat my heart. this is a philosophy i live by.
and yet i can't help but be amazed at how people can self-destruct. they blame it on love. i think thats not entirely true.
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i'm with him now and i feel entirely useless.
i like to tell myself that i am just wearing a mask; its a costume for the day. be a good person to him, dont break him (as if i actually know how to do that). but i cant help feeling like he deserves more. i can't give him more. i don't know why.
its just a silly costume. its just part of life.
but love should not be toyed with. no matter how many times i delude myself into thinking that this is what it should be.
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