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My love for him.

It’s not an illness, it’s not being overexcited about something, it’s none of those things.

What I feel for him is out of control. It’s too intense and potentially destructive. I have to keep him away from me. I cannot allow him back into my life.

I have to stop loving him right now.

Five years could be enough.

Five years to forget and he’s still there, still present.

Five years to put this love behind me, a love that can only hurt me.

Is it possible to die from love?

Probably not for normal people, but for me—yes.

I could die for love.

I could die for him.