Love the way it burns.

Sometimes I think I've got a massochistic side. No, not in that way, don't get me wrong, but from a moral point of view. The thing is, sometimes I put so much love and effort into the things I love that I even freak myself out. Of how many bullets I'd be able to take for'em, of how far I'd go just to protect everything I love - even if that would mean getting myself hurt. It's funny, ain't it? How much we think we're indestructible but still willing to break ourselves into pieces just to keep it whole.Just to make sure we see that smile on their faces, even if we suffer severe damage inside. And what's the most weird yet annoying thing is the fact that we love it. We love the way it hurts, we somehow get addicted to the pain, and I can't fucking explain how that goes. It just does. And we go with it. But isn't that fucking true love? When you reach the state of self-sacrifice just to remind yourselves how much you fucking love each other? How much you'd be able to bleed just to stop each other from bleeding? I guess it is...Now go fucking appreciate that. 'Cause the ones who'd do that for you are fewer than your fingers. And only a fucking dumb would let that go.