i don't want to lose you.
then dont.

my darling, my blood, my heart, my soul. moi cuishle.

familiar lines, familiar feelings. its fascinating how it aches at this little corner of my heart, and i realised that it isnt that i cant do a thing about it. its that i don't want to. its a matter of choice. sadly, i've chosen to be miserable. feels like im stabbing myself in the heart. i've lost sanity a long time ago. along with what he took away from me.