Her Only Weakness

I love him - deeply, endlessly - and I will never walk away from him. Not today. Not ever.
Life with him is chaos. Life without him is emptiness.
But if I'm destined to be broken either way... then let me break while holding his hand.
Let me drown, but with him beside me.

And then comes the truth we often whisper in silence:

"To be loved - that gives you power.
But to love?
To truly love - that strips you bare. It makes you ache, makes you bleed.
It's the sweetest kind of pain... and the cruelest kind of weakness."