malikrouz
it really worries me how volatile love is. one day you’re telling someone that they’re your all, that you can’t live without them, and the next you two can’t stand to look at each other. you go to celebrating your month, or three, or a year together, and the next day it’s all done and over with. i don’t give anyone flack for it — that’s how it works, we all know that, but damn do i still get scared. shit’s horrifying.