Worth It

I stood there, wondering if I would feel like this forever.

When I cut you out of my life, I must have been cutting towards myself.

The problem with love is that nine times out of ten it is not something that I deem "worth it" for myself.
When I love someone, it is all encompassing, all including, it's deep, it's real, it is life-long. I love their voice, their hands, watching them sleep, their hand writing, their feelings, I think about them always. I care more than anyone else that they know, and sometimes they are aware of that and sometimes they are not, but it does not matter to me, because I do not believe that true love should be about yourself.

I can't really finish this right now