NaBloPoMo, Day 6: Was There?

Were there a limit to her love, I’d have been a happy man. There were days when the showers of love made me feel dirty, as if she were poisoned and I were the victim. Perhaps I was too burdened with myself to see it, but she really cared for me.

Such that I could not, and would not, stand it.

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