My love told me to hold people so tight because they needed it, but it went behind my back and made me break all the ribcages of the boys I loved. I smothered them, and in a way I watched them die and drift away from me with no more than a simple, “I always knew you’d be too much.” My mind told me to do the same thing, keep repeating the same patterns. It wasn’t me that needed saving it was them. So I held on too long, savored every moment of every heart break. Which has led me to this path I’m on today. Making peace with all the boys I broke, mending all the broken bones that were scattered room to room. I am learning to love from a distance, but when the right one comes I’m sure he’ll know what to do with my love. Until then...