They say "to live is to love" but if you've ever carried the weight of another broken soul, you already know that.
I remember so vividly the night you held me in your arms as I cried about everything and nothing, I swear I can still hear you promise me you weren't going anywhere, you'll always be right here.
I can still see the look on your face only six months later when you told me that you didn't love me anymore, twisted and sad and so exhausted. I could feel my heart breaking as you added "I'm not sure I ever really did" but all I could do was stare at the dark circles that created a crater under each of your soft blue eyes. I wanted to dive into them and hide in you.
You told me you couldn't breathe anymore, that it was hard enough to carry yourself, that you weren't strong enough to save me, too.
I suppose the only difference between loving someone and living for someone is just one letter.