Men always want to be remembered whereas women realize that requires being dead.
Don’t let them see you weak.
For love to flourish there has to be trust. Promises don’t matter as much as personal choice.
Like most, I was a mix of good and bad, anger and protectiveness, kindness and pride. But right now, I had only strangled fear and the promise of revenge.
Possessiveness isn’t love. I’m not even sure it qualifies as an emotion.
More than most, I know the pain of surviving.