I'm sleeping in a bed that is not mine, and I'm waking up to breathing that is not yours. Voices at night are pleading with me to give in, to give myself away to someone that I hardly even know. "Love is just an idea that people carry with them, it's not as big of a deal as people say it is. At least say that you could love me sometime, and that's enough. I promise, it's enough." But it's not enough. I know it's not enough. It's not hard for me to love someone, but it's hard for me to trust them enough to accept that they love me. And it's hard for me to utter the three terrible words that so often get misused. I can't even say it to my parents, I can hardly say it to you. And you're all that I see when there are kisses on my neck, body heat laying next to me.

I want this to hurt you, although it will probably only make you care less.