Loveless, they call me.
I was five when I had my first crush. I was eleven when I understood that love was a luxury and not a need. Love is a want--not necessarily a thing necessary for survival. if anything, I learned that over complications often come from what we mistake as love; the embarrassment of replying to mixed signals, jealousy, anger, clouded judgement, loneliness...and even death.
So yeah. I am. I am loveless.
But I still feel the bite of a winter night.
TW: ABUSE, GRAPHIC LANGUAGE, S.I.
They called me heartless. Maybe I was. But I didn't come here for love, I came to win. In a world where emotions slow you down, I chose ambition. I walked away from love, from warmth, from everything soft, and I never looked back. But success has a price, and sometimes, it's loneliness.