“But I want someone that will smother me and make it impossible to breathe unless I’m breathing their air. And I want them to feel the exact same way about me. You can’t say that about love,” I continue. “Love is the most fickle emotion there is. It’s toxic. It infects you and makes you feel safe and secure, and then it fucks off and decides it would rather connect to someone else. Love ends in disaster. It leaves a trail of heartbreak and destruction and poison in its wake. Love is a tsunami. You don’t survive it.”
