#Chapter57
Falling in love was very similar to falling into despair; I wasn't sure which affliction it was I was suffering.
It was an abyss. All-consuming, all demanding, it was taking everything I was, all the good and all the bad I had to offer, and it was swallowing me whole.
It was a tender war; my heart and soul were at a mocking conflict.
It was a merciless bitch. As a whole, nothing had changed. The world was still the same old shit show that it had always been, poverty on every fucking street corner and power and corruption behind every politician's smile. But in the little things, the tiny, day-to-day things, everything had changed.
I couldn't tell if I was better or poorer for it.
