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I asked a simple question

“Can I die for you?”

I received a long and hard stare back


I thought about that answer for a long time with the goal of forgiving you. Forgiving you for not loving me, never loving me. Forgiving myself for letting my love grow too much. I wanted to die for you, so you could live. But love doesn’t work like that, I guessed.


His reply;

“I’m already dead.”
I fell in love with an emotionally  dead person
Written by
Venga  18/F/Nirvana
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