I think I love you, but the truth is I donât even know what love is anymore. This isnât your fault, and this isnât his either. This is the result of a broken family, of a dad that left, of a mother that spent years consumed by darkness and was unable to see her daughter being consumed by the same darkness. This is the result of a family that doesnât talk about their feelings after we have lost members to those dark feelings. I think that if I knew what love was, that it would feel a lot like being held in your arms, closing my eyes and feeling safe.
You matter to me. That might not seem like enough for you, but itâs all I have to offer. (via crashingwaves-burningsouls)


















