memories ...
Rose Walker: Have you ever been in love?
Desire: To a certain extent.
Rw: Horrible right?
Do: In what way?
Rw: It makes you so vulnerable. Open your chest and your heart and someone can get you and destroy you. You raise your defenses. Build a whole armor for years so you will not hurt, and a stupid person, same as any other, wanders into your stupid life ... give them a piece of you. Do not ask for it. They do something dumb one day, kiss you or smile at you, and then your life is not yours. Love makes you hostage. Log in to you. Devours you and leaves you crying in the darkness, and a phrase like "we will remain friends" or "very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter you through the heart.
Do: How quaint ...
Rw: It hurts. Not only in the imagination. Not only in the mind. It hurts the soul, the body is an inner pain that tears you apart and is real. Nothing should be able to do that and less love. I hate love
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