We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Fondness makes the absence longer"

I taught myself the only way to vaguely get along in love is to like the other slightly less than you get in return. I keep feeling like I'm being under-cut. I cannot emphasize enough that my body is a badly designed, poorly put-together vessel. Harboring these diminishing so-called vital organs.

I hope my heart goes first.