03
Feb
You did not love her completely. You loved what you thought was her but was really an abstract, just a summary of her good parts. And she did not love you. She loved the armor and the engine but never spent more than a second considering what made you move. She never considered your pain, only her own. It made you crazy thinking how you’d given up so much for her and to her you were just a momentary feeling that she’d already begun to shed herself from before you ever packed your bags and flew north.