This is the most abusive thing I've ever been in. Is there anything worse than loving something, and that thing, it turns out, not only doesn't reciprocate, but laughs at what you offer, carelessly tossing it away in front of your own eyes?
I would like to get to that point. That point where I can talk about this without crying my eyes out, with the faucet on in the bathroom, so that my sobs are drowned out by the running water. Of which held more droplets, I'm not sure.
Is there a limit to how much can drain out of me? Have I reached it yet? Can I reach it before the last shred of my dignity is torn away as well?
Here I am, waving the white flag. So when will you stop firing?
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