He loves me with light and stories.
I responded to him with the rusty shadow of my childhood.
The truer the love, the deeper the hurt.
Until I personally extinguished his light and "protected" him in my own way.
Let him go and fall into darkness forever.
A novelist and the shadow of BE, there is no redemption, only ashes.
First person, don't comment if you don't like it, thank you.
Intention: I live in the shadow, I'm sorry for corroding your light.
