July 10, 11:22 pm

I hate saying those three little words. I love you. It's a confession of weakness. It's more than telling someone how you feel, it's confessing to them that you've made yourself v u l n e r a b l e to them. You've opened yourself up for them and made yourself vulnerable and you're offering everything to them. You're letting them come in and tear you apart. Letting them rip out your organs, tear away your flesh and muscle, reduce you to a s k e l e t o n. It's a confession of submission because you will let them. You will sit there as they strip out first your stomach, then maybe a lung, and lastly your heart. You will let them p e e l away your skin, rip away the muscle. And you might even enjoy it.