i said make me love myself, so that i might love you // don't make me a liar
”Why do you take so much from us then?” Nate corrects himself, stepping closer to the boulder. ”I don’t understand the intentions.” Even when he thought about it removed from himself, the things they lost didn’t make much sense. ”Doesn’t pain keep a creature cautious, away from danger? Doesn’t pleasure give you a way to control it?” Nate does make the attempt to see it from her perspective, to think about things from a Gods point of view.
Something that might be guilt and might be shame rises in his chest as she asks about love, raises her brows. The words feel too much like an accusation, they bring him back to memories he’d sworn he left behind. ”I just want to be able to feel his hands on me. Properly.” The soft, quickl words almost dont make it out of him, but she has to know already, what he wants, what he’s going to say, to ask for. At least if he voiced it he can say he asked.
Something that might be guilt and might be shame rises in his chest as she asks about love, raises her brows. The words feel too much like an accusation, they bring him back to memories he’d sworn he left behind. ”I just want to be able to feel his hands on me. Properly.” The soft, quickl words almost dont make it out of him, but she has to know already, what he wants, what he’s going to say, to ask for. At least if he voiced it he can say he asked.
because i swear to god // when i said it, i thought it was true
