No Way!

there’s no way you really exist. it’s like the writers of my life dropped you here just so i could get a taste of raw, visceral, reciprocated love: the kind that hurts and makes all your previous loves feel suddenly empty in comparison

it’s scary to feel this way because I know what can happen: you make yourself vulnerable to being hurt badly when the scales suddenly tip the other way and their feelings for you dry up. to put the shield away entirely is not an option. people can only hurt you to the extent that you love them.