but i want that warmth as much as you did. you lit yourself on fire and you call it love, now i do it too. though father never put out your fire. am i wrong to wish one day the one i give my all to will put out mine?
i'm sorry, mother. you never want me to be like you. you told me everything from your past to prevent the same thing happening to me too. you sacrifice what you have just to feel like you deserve what you thought was warmth. thinking by doing it you'd be loved and needed.
