I donât want to hurt you,â he says. âI donât care,â I tell him honestly, and I donât. He could leave me for the moon and I wouldnât regret a second of the time we spent together. I know in this moment that I would rather have my heart broken than not have this. I make a contract with myself. I will love him and forget the consequences - just this once. He can have everything.
S.Z. // Excerpt from a book Iâll never write #255 (via blossomfully)






















