I bet you will relate as much as I did… (A life with Borderline in pictures)
Quickly I step next to him and take his head in my hand, holding him close to my chest and begin the process. I solemnly eliminate all of his memories of me, being careful not to tamper with his character. After it's over I release a sigh and hurriedly drop him back onto the pavement and leave. The only trace of me left was those last words etched into his mind and skin.
This is so true for many. They let someone get the best of them and let them take it and leave themselves with nothing left to give. Never feel bad for opening your heart to love, feel bad for those who didn't appreciate the love you had to give. When you have so much love to give. It is their loss, not yours.
"I wanted YOU to fight for me. I wanted you to think that . . ." Tears cut through my voice. His eyes broke, his words cracking in the air and leaving my own heart to split again, "What? To think what?" He had taken my hands. I shrugged away from him, "I wanted you to think that I was something worth fighting for."