Isn't the person you love supposed to know the depths of your soul?
They're supposed to know all of it and love you despite.
I don't want to give you my depths.
I don't want to give anyone my depths.
The darkest crevices that the worst thoughts reside in.
The worst memories.
That's the final giveaway.
The final gift of my soul.
It's a gift I don't want to share.
