I'm fairly certain, that I can never really be with someone else without giving up a piece of me. I really don't want to give up any of me. I'm selfish. I want all of me to be here; it's not fair that I should have to compromise me. Life is stupid.

Love is even stupider. The stupidest part is that I need it. I long for it as flowers yearn for spring showers and the coming warm sun. Ceasing to breathe seems easier.

I'm living with half a heart right now anyway. What's the problem with giving up a bit of me so I can have a whole heart? I'm not so sure it would be in good hands. I'm scared for its treatment. I'm scared for the half of heart I have hiding in the night stand. If I put it back in my chest, it could be stolen. If I carry it, dropping it is inevitable. I could lend it to someone, but would they return it? And, what state would it be in? I'm scared for it.

I'm just straight up scared.