He couldn’t understand why he broke the people he loved or why he tried to hide away the love that overwhelmed him. He wasn’t sure if it was the thudding of his own heart that scared him or the whispers that left the lips of his lover. There were noises that echoed from the corners of his mind and every little cell in his body ached for love. It seemed as though he carried a satchel full of things he wanted but could not have or things he could have but did not want and did not know what to do with them all.
He only knew that he once had a handful of dreams to give her and something had plucked the life out of them.