Torcuil
What I said to her makes no sense.
About needing a promise, and that without that promise, I couldn’t let myself fall.
Because I’ve fallen already.
Because love doesn’t come with conditions. To say I’ll only love you if you won’t leave me means it’s not love in the first place.
The only way to love is no matter what.
It’s forgetting every fear.
It’s a leap of faith.
How could I have deluded myself to this extent? How could I have deluded myself that I needed a promise before I let myself burn, when I was ablaze already?