ladyofstardust:

“Here’s what they don’t tell you about love.  Love comes with a little bit of death.  No sooner can you love another than you kill a piece of yourself.  When that love dies, as all loves eventually do, so does that piece of you.  You can’t get it back, it’s gone forever.  The reason I know this is when you kiss me, I feel like I’m dying.  Which tells me that, if I want to keep all the parts of me exactly where they are, feeling exactly the way they do, I should never kiss you.”  

“And yet, I think you will again.”

“I’ve always known you’d be the death of me.”