I’m afraid to accept the love as it’s given. I feel like to accept love I must give something in return. I feel like giving of me simply isn’t enough. I am not enough. I feel selfish and greedy. Hoarding things that really are mine to have, but I take them anyway. Devouring what I feel like is my soul and his soul combined. I simply can not and will not turn away. My soul is emaciated, suffering from malnutrition.