I love him so much it hurts,
Why can something that seems so right feel so wrong?
Why does it hurt to love when loving is the only thing we can’t control.
It makes me wonder that maybe love isn’t a gift
But more a punishment.
A punishment for allowing our selves to become so vulnerable.
But I don’t care, all I know is that without him I will be forever without love,
Yet also forever without pain,

Maybe that is the gift
Maybe he’s letting me go free from the punishment
And ensuring that no one can trap me again.
At least if that were the case I would know he had my best interests at heart…
Just another reason to love him.