it’s always been the same story with you. someone comes along, you start talking to them. and you end up spilling your whole heart to them. you tell them about the first time you fell in love, the last time you cried over a fictional character’s death.

you share more than you should, invest more time than you have, give more than you’ll ever receive. all of it to have your face slammed into all the warning signs you ignored before.

so, you wonder if there’s something wrong with you. i mean that’s the only explanation, right?

you’re tired of...