fucking hate wondering if you know, truly know.
hate the fucking avoidance, but I need it.
I want you to know, but I dont want to lose you.
our intimacy is at stake
I dont think you can handle more pain, nor can I.
let it go.
none of us wants to really know, though, we do and dont.
I rather live in our delusion.
at least we are comfortable there, on the edge of destruction.