“But I keep hoping that somehow, that by some miracle, one day you’ll realize that I am someone you could love. I am someone who would hold your hand unexpectedly, who would laugh at all your bad jokes loudly, who would take care of you when you’re sick, who would give up everything and move across the world for you, and with you.”
I love you ____________.
There, I said it. I wrote it down: I love you.
I know, that’s weird. But it’s true. I’m not even sure if I know exactly what love is. But I know that when I think of you, every time I think of you, my heart stops. And then it skips, and then it goes so fast, I feel faint. You make me nervous, and you make me calm, all at once. You make me want to be someone better than myself. Even though all I want is for you to think of me as enough. Just enough.
I know that you’re not supposed to love someone that you can’t have. Someone who has told you their heart is unavailable. But here we are. And yes, I’m supposed to move on. We’re all supposed to move on because that is the sane thing…
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