see what KILLS ME every time bert falls for someone like really falls for someone like he’s convinced he’s in love with them and that they’re the only one that matters in the world ever at that moment and nothing in his past present or future will ever compare to his current feelings for that one person is like
it’s ALWAYS someone he’s just projecting himself on, he waits until he sees something in himself in them and then just fucking imprints on him instantly
and THEN he spends all his time obsessing over saving that person and sacrificing his own wellbeing for them as if that’ll really prove something
and it all feels like this really misplaced need to like? love himself? because he hates himself. and take care of himself? because he’s neglectful of his own needs. it feels like an excuse to self-destruct half the time, or to throw away what self-preservation he does have in favor of martyring himself for another person
and i don’t think he realizes this at all but literally all of his ‘romantic’ relationships have been the exact same thing, just with different people filling in that SPOT reserved for someone who he thinks can rival him in misery