I don't expect you to understand. And I'd rather leave you blind an deaf to all the little stings but I am stinging your heart with every needle that carved my heart.
My love, you are free. You are loved. Years of sacrifice. Not even you can face that.
Your choice has been made.
I'm understanding still.
I am tired.
Love me silently, but I'd rather think that you stopped loving me.
What's the point of being loved and never feel it?
What's the point of love if I can't get my hands on it?
Happiness resides in my freedom. And your love holds my heart in a bird cage.
I won't let you break my heart. I'll break it myself in quest of happiness.
And no one will know how to fix it but me.
I'll keep planting my needles in your heart until I reach the portal of my freedom.
Only then will I remove them brutally. All at once.

With all my love,
LynnAA