It’s half ache, half compulsion. I don’t know if I want to pull you closer or leave you behind. Don’t know if from afar we look like some multi-story car crash. Mostly, I can’t do it by halves. I either want to spend the rest of my life with you or I never want to see you again. It’s do or die. I’ll kiss you or I’ll kill you. All I know is that I won’t do both.
Azra T., “I never learned how to feel with half of myself.” (via alpines