She loved the guy. She did it for him. She wouldve done anything for him. Some people are like that. Some loves are like that. Most loves are like that from what I can see. Your heart starts to feel like an overcrowded lifeboat. You throw your pride out to keep it afloat and your self-respect and your independence. After a while you start throwing people outyour friends everyone you used to know. And its still not enough. The lifeboat is still sinking and you know its going to take you down with it. Ive seen that happen to a lot of people here. I think thats why Im sick of love.
Our love was covered in fur yet I was the only one who wanted to pet it.