Have you ever loved someone so strongly there's no space for anyone else?
If you have, can you imagine, what's to love only yourself?
It is the curse I live with, and sadly I do not mind.
That's why everyone that care for me feels like I left them behind.
Like a forgotten book, untouched, that started to collect dust
Their hope fade like aged pages and yet... not a single drop of remorse.
Do I feel anything at all for other people? You might ask.
I do, but it is temporary, so it sure feels like an act.