I just want you to know that even though I am absolutely heartbroken.
I would jump off a cliff for you even if you’re not at the bottom waiting for me.
I would swallow 100 pills if you wanted me to even if it meant we had to make it seem like an accident.
I would take a bullet for you even if I knew you would walk away with clean hands leaving me to stain mine.
It’s all for you.
I know you’ve told me to stop sending you the lists I’ve written of all the things I would do for you.
I know you’ve called me pathetic and suicidal and psychotic and obsessed and stupid and every rude word in the world but I know you don’t mean it. Right?
I know you don’t mean it.
I know you said you would never do any of the things I said I would do for you.
It must be that you’re afraid of heights and guns and pills and everything else.
I know you said you don’t love me but it’s probably that you’re afraid of that too. Right?
I’m not psychotic or obsessed or depressed or stupid or pathetic or any of those other words.
I am in love. And there is a difference.
By d.g. — In the Name of Love. (via dgthoughts)