Depth of my wounds are so great because of you.
The problem is not that I met you, the problem is I fell for the you I wanted to meet.
The problem is not that you caused me pain, the problem is my dangerous attraction for your pain.
It’s not that you were alien to my system and didn’t suite me, it’s because my psychological system was convinced that you were.
It’s not that you didn’t accept me as I was, it was that I was OK with you not accepting me as I was.
You were unavailable and I was only available to your pain.
Much love,
Wounded me.
What Life Taught Me About Life 