armour ovenbird You should protect yourself. How? By loving the world less. Creating a bit of distance. All that does is transpose loss from the future to the present. I lose depth now for the possibility of a smaller grief in the future. I’m afraid that you’ll be broken if you don’t protect yourself. I break every day. Can’t you see that? Can’t you see how shattered I am already? The only armour available is to say no to love. I do not see choosing to love LESS as a viable option. But don’t you want to at least try to minimize the amount of times you break? No. I hope I have endless beautiful reasons to fall apart. Otherwise, what is my life for? If I reject the greatest joy to avoid the greatest sorrow I will fail to inhabit my life fully. Everything I choose is a path to grief. We all lose everything, in the end. It’s the only thing that’s inevitable. I don’t want to see you suffer. You have no choice. There is not a single day that doesn’t include pain. Turning away will not alleviate my suffering. It will only mean that I have to suffer alone. I know how every story ends, and it’s not with a wedding, it’s with a funeral. I will not dampen the impact of love in order to save you from having to be present with my future suffering. I just want you to be happy. I suspect what you really want is for me not to be sad, because you don’t know how to hold that and you don’t want to learn how. Happiness demands far less of you. Happiness is easy. I will not promise you my happiness at the expense of real connection in the handful of years I have to live on this dark and messy planet. If you want me you will have to take all of me, including the grief that will tear me apart before your eyes. And as I accept my unavoidable agony you will have to decide if you will stay or if you will walk away. 261013 what's it to you? who go blather from