and it fell through the floor. i’m amazed at how much i loved him and how much i still continue to appreciate my unreciprocated love for him. i just seem to find comfort in the fact that i CAN love and that when i do love it becomes such a big part of me that without it i wouldn’t even be a worthy person. if i had never loved him so much so that it beat me to a bleeding pulp i wouldn’t know anything about anything. at least i can say that much..i got knocked the hell down and i’m still here sitting around craving for more love to come out of nowhere and bite me in the ass. sounds absolutely masochistic. but it’s not. it’s actually quite lovely.