My Love Belongs only to you

There are loves left unspoken because naming them would unleash them.
There are bodies that seek each other not for pleasure, but to affirm their own existence.
Some love without touch. Others touch without love.
And a few the most dangerous do both at the edge of the abyss.
To love like this is to lose peace, logic, and the right to look back.
But not everything that hurts is violence. Not everything that suffocates is a prison.
And not everything that burns. . . is fire.
Remember what can happen when someone decides to love you more than they love themselves.