My Nature

When I care, I really care, even to the death of my heart. Typically what I do symbolically, I kneel before them, naked holding a knife in my hands, offering it to them. Giving them the opportunity to cut my heart to pieces. The choice  is up to them whether they take the knife. I care that much. I offer that much. I care to a fault. I love to a fault. This is true, whether platonically or romantically. I could be abused, but I won't say anything because I love them. I love them with all my heart. I offer it to them. I hope they will honor it and treasure it. They can do that or cut it to shreds or throw it under the bus as something that is worthless. The choice is still up to them. For better or for worse, this is my nature.