kingsulk:

“Tell me I’m the most selfish, horrible, horrendous person you’ve ever met. At the very pit of my soul, I wanted to be loved by you- fully, without any doubts, without any second thoughts, without any hesitations. But I cannot give that love back. Maybe because I’m too bruised. Too cynical. Fractured in the wrong places. Partly because I’m afraid I could not love you with the kind of love that you needed- in the way you ought to be loved. And dearest, you deserve to be loved with every single bit that it should burn an entire city down into ashes. Up to the very last fleck of scintillating passion as all that remains will simply be embers in your skin- and smoke in your lungs. Nothing else. You do. You do.”

— Rej Jaen, A hundred thousand reasons: If only I could love you in any other way, I would (via wnq-writers)