I like her. I know I like her. I liked her from the first moment I saw her, but I like her for all kinds of messed up and wrong reasons.
Which means Ishouldn’tlet myself like her. I should do what Viktor said and quit before I have regrets.
But, unfortunately, right now instead of regrets I havehope.
Maybe someday she’ll learn how I am, yet feel safe with me anyway. Maybe someday she’ll tell menoandyeswhen she means both fully. Maybe someday I’ll get over myself and do right by someone, and maybe that someone will be her.
Or maybe it won’t.
Who knows?
Who knows if I’m capable of becoming someone better…
Icraveobsession, devotion, andlove. But getting anything at a healthy level is far from what I deserve.
I’m a monster.
Just like my parents.
