“I love you even more than myself.”

Those were the words I said to my last boyfriend three months ago.

But who am I kidding?

There isn’t even one person I love more than myself.

And I don’t want one either.

Why would I?

Isn’t that crazy?

Isn’t loving someone dearly already enough?

Why does everyone want someone who is willing to give up life for them?

Okay then, I will give up my life.

But not for any other person, just for myself.

I will die, because that is the only way I can find constant peace.