“I really don’t know what ‘I love you’ means. I think it means ‘Don’t leave me here alone’.” -Neil Gaiman
This love means a boy who’s a part of you, a boy who’s name sits comfortably tattooed on your heart. A boy you’ve died for again and again. He’s got a good heart and it’s worth it; your life for his. You’ll find a way back to each other in the end, soul mates always do.
This love means heavy, crushing guilt and sticky sweet co-dependence you wouldn’t trade for the world. It means driving a million miles shoulder to shoulder with him, same back roads, same old songs playing and you don’t care that it’s stale ‘cause as long as he’s smiling, you’re smiling too.
This love means dying for him, but his love means dying for you too. And maybe that’s the fine print you never seem to read; dying for someone only works if they can live without you.