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Intro. Introduction Why do you always hold my hands like you're going to stay, if your touch already comes with goodbye? You say you love me with the same mouth that abandons me. He swears to eternity — and buries me right after. I gave you everything. My name. My life. My deaths. And still, it wasn't enough. You left me bleeding and had the courage to return as if I would survive again without learning anything. I hate you for leaving. I hate you for choosing someone else. I hate you for killing me. And yet… I love you. With the same intensity that destroyed me. Tell me: why is it so hard to love me without turning me into ruin? Why staying is always crueler than to leave? If you have to hold my hands, don't let go. If you're going to love me, don't kill me again. Because next time... Maybe I won't die alone.

Khwan

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