You Let Me Love
- LETTURE 344
- Voti 15
- Parti 7
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Ultima pubblicazione ven, ago 20, 2021
I struggle with love. It brings me guilt and pain because why should I be able to love when I should be dead. I should have died the same day my parents did, but because of some miracle, I'm alive. I hate myself every signal day for that. Silly right? You should be happy you're alive. No. Not happy. I'm mad. The only other person I ever loved was my ex. But when he said "I love you", I ran away. Because I couldn't bear the pain I felt from hearing those words. So after that day, I swore to stay away from any type of love and feelings of happiness. I spend my days crying out my pain and studying until I fall asleep. It's an endless cycle. Honestly, I think I overwork myself, but if it keeps my thoughts away and makes me forget I'll do it. The pain and guilt I feel make me believe I'm unlucky. Unlucky because I'm alive. Unlucky because I don't have a caring family. Unlucky because I'm used as someone's outlet. Unlucky because I can't feel normal without feeling that pain or guilt first. Then comes along Anzai, arrogant, smart, tough, soft, and every little thing he does he makes me feel wanted. For the first time in my life, I don't want to run away. But when the guilt kicks in I don't know what to do. Can he deal with my past? Can he deal with my pain? How do I finally expect love? What will he do if I make the wrong choice in the end?
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