I hate that I canāt understand the normal appeal of love and romance.
I donāt understand the thought of loving and trusting so much that you allow them to roam free.
Not wanting to be close to them all the time but sometimes, you want to be so close, you merge.
Understanding and accepting each other for who you are and will become.
All of it is confusing to me. I donāt think Iāve ever had or will have that kind of romance experience. I love too much and too hard for anyone to truly understand.
If I love you, youāll be made aware of it. If I hate you, youāll be made aware of it. If itās both, Iād never let you go and never let anyone taint you. Youāre just for me, a perfect doll on display. Thatās not love though, is it?
I donāt love, do I? I obsess and I calculate. I donāt believe I have the emotional and empathetic capacity to love someone. I only love their traits and what they give to me, their helplessness and their submissiveness.
I wonder what itās like to love someone in a allonormative wayā¦












