short story // Stockholm Syndrom
And you made the first step. You saved me by loving me. And you made the last step. You destroyed me. I gave you my everything. Each part of me loved you to the fullest and is dying out now. It physically hurts. I thought its forever. I was so blinded by the love that I had no idea how we came to this. How you came to this horrible conclusion ... Of letting me go. But you don't. You are still here. So close but so far. I am stuck with uncertainty of you ever loving me again. I should not but I do, I still love you. I know at least small part of you loves me back too. I am blinded. I am stupid of not letting you go. I don't want to, even if this is a torture. You should just go and never turn back. Stop healing my wounds. They bleed out every time I see you anyway. You are not the healer you are the butcher. Just go.