I’m broken, unfixable…
alone, cold; stuck in a constant sorrow..
why can’t you love me?
and all anyone else can say is “I warned you this would happen”
I guess we all should have some sense of morality. Be kind to others, eat all your vegetables. but what would you do if you had no sense of morality? Would you finally live how you want to live? Not afraid of what everyone else has to say? Would you finally be happy?
What do you suppose we do? He asks me.
“I don’t know, I will always love you” “But you will always love her”
“I suppose you’re right” is all he said..