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I'm not completely sure if this is where I should post this, but I think it's a short (really short) story.


You make my chest hurt.
I love the feeling. The bittersweet pain of my heart slamming against my chest reminds me of how alive you make me feel. I know you understand what I mean. My body pulled tightly against yours. After all, when you pull me into your arms, I feel your heart beating just as erratic as mine.
You make my eyes hurt.
It’s a pain I don’t look forward to. You want me as close as possible and my glasses get in the way. I pull away because you won’t, and I take them off to shove them into my hoodie pocket. You don’t give me a moment to let my eyes adjust to the sudden blear. At the moment, I don’t care, I’m just as eager to get back in your embrace, but the pain will haunt me through the night.
You make my head hurt.
It’s just as sharp as the pain in my chest. You’re constantly making some kind of noise, but I admit I find it cute. Annoying, but cute. I need the silence, but you fill it up with pointless chatter. Whenever we hug or kiss, I hear the little gasp like breaths you take. They echo inside my head for hours after we part. You’re a headache I welcome.
You’re my pain.
You cause me so much damage, but I stopped caring. Being unstable so long must have impaired my judgment as the others have said. I’m grateful that you’re my pain, love. You remind me that I’m still alive.

It's about a girl who's depressed and losing control, but is in a wonderful, loving relationship. The pain he's causing her is only real inside her head, but is making her sink deeper into depression and the boy is the only one who can't see it. She knows what the relationship is doing to her, but needs it to stay alive.

Thank you ^_^

I love this a lot. Reads a lot like poetry, I suppose becasue it's so deep while still being so very short. I'm glad that you cleared up what it was about because, like poetry, I had taken my own meaning from it and thought that he was breaking her heart in some way (dying passions, perhaps--he'd rather talk than kiss...). I had not even considered an abuse angle, although that wasn't the case anyway. But, for me, the multiple perspectives make the story even better. Reading between the lines gives you reason to think about it.