If you really love someone; I mean, really, really love someone, and you become vulnerable to them, you know, you give them all of your emotions and all of your dedication; you are giving them the power to break your heart, to destroy you, to control you, manipulate you, change you. And every piece of yourself that you donate to them as a gift, and every gesture and kind thing and sacrifice you make, you are taking away from you and adding to them to make them even more powerful. But you’re consciously giving yourself to another person, which really means that it’s not them killing you. It’s a suicide. You’ve given yourself to someone, knowing that they could destroy who you are if they don’t treat you well. So I believe that love is a suicide, one of the most brilliant and necessary suicides that could ever exist.