Love always perseveres. But I don't. I haven't persevered.



I can be unfaithful without another man entering the picture. All I need: double-mindedness. Wondering what my faith is, where it lies, whose voice is louder - swinging about the in-betweens.



God says, you need someone who can hold you blah blah blaah but most importantly:



Someone you love.



[And love always perseveres].





I have no capacity to love. I am not a true-blue love fan. I do not relish it. I only know what it's like to feel good in someone's presence. I also only know what it's like to not want him to fall for anyone else again. But all this knowledge is not love, but pure suffocation. Starve anything long enough, it will die.