and i
almost made the biggest mistake of my life.
"We’ve been talking for so long
Now we’re finally here in person
I taste pain and regret in your sweat"
i think im afraid to find out,
"Perhaps love is a minor madness. And as with madness, it’s unendurable alone. The one person who can relieve us is of course the sole person we cannot go to: the one we love. So instead we seek out allies, even among strangers and wives, fellow patients who, if they can’t touch the edge of our particular sorrow, have felt something that cuts nearly as deep."