"there is no word to describe the way that you love: self-sacrificing, possessive, desperate. you are a lonely, desolate creature being devoured by the enormity of your intensity. do you think you will ever meet someone like you? someone who knows what agony it is when touch is not enough? when the body external has been exhausted? you love rarely but you love entirely. i cannot help but envy the person in whose ribs you build a church. the privacy of yourself is a disease. you will chew yourself into nothingness if you do not find someone to share yourself with — allow yourself trust."







