I am not what I might have been, now, without you; I am less than who I was with you_sub-human. Something is broken in me, something only you know how to fix, and crazy?
Crazy isn’t broken, crazy is self denial and self inflicted sadness.
I love you and the torture that has come from this_but the pain you have given me could never outweigh the pain that I have given you. I was blessed to be touched by you, even once.
And I would trade nothing_not even the tiniest of kisses for it. Even if it would take away the empty, I would never regret it. Even if it would take away the rage, I would prefer my painful memories to the
Numbness of never knowing.