I despise commitment.
I am headstrong.
I thrive on inconsistency,
But hate change when initiated by someone other than me.
Telling me you love me means you want something to change.
It means you want something more to grow.
It could be the difference between having me one day, and not knowing where I am the next.
I hate commitment.
I run at the first sign of it.
So don’t ever tell me you love me.
Not only will it trigger a change that I fear so much, but also cause me to misunderstand.
I mean, how can I? How can I understand how you could possibly love someone like me? Someone so selfish and self-absorbed. Someone who has more faults and flaws than ever thought possible. How? How can you love someone with imperfections beyond belief? How can you look at me and promise forever, when you don’t even know if I’ll still be here tomorrow?
How can you give someone who destroys everything they touch, the most fragile part of your being? How?
Don’t tell me you love me.
Right now, I’m just not worth it.