“I can’t give you what you want!” I yell, something I almost never do. “I’m a fucking psychopath, Kas. I’m not lying when I say I don’t have the capability of giving you what you need, but you know that. Don’t let our living arrangement fill your head with fantastical ideas. I want you in my life. I crave your darkness. With you, I’m the most comfortable I’ve ever been. But I will not shower you with poetic declarations of love and profess how you make me feel.”
