My love isn’t destroying me. It’s giving me strength. When two people love each other, that love can cripple you, the other person can cripple you because that love is divided between two persons. My love isn’t unrequited either. Unrequited love is where no one holds power to destroy you but yourself. Mine is incomplete, and there’s a difference. An incomplete love holds on to hope until the very end.
You will always be an unfinished part of me.
