I think it's a human tendency that's been around for a while to try to be as good as possible to prove your worth.

Come on,'he says.' I have something else to show you.

I try to leave some space in my mind for things to surprise me or change my mind, I think that's important.

How have I never realized before that for all the strong, kind parts of him, there are also hurting, broken parts?

I wish I could say I felt guilty for what I did. I don't.

I would rather be dead than empty

I am too strong to break so easily, and I become better, sharper, every time I touch him.