I don’t get it. I realize I’m in love with you and I cried. But I realized it didn’t matter because it was such a relief to know how I felt about you instead of running between this friendship, relationship mess we call “us”.
I don’t get it. I feel like everything is less now that I am in love with you. All I want to to be near you. I want to hold you and keep you forever. Why does this hurt so bad?
But it doesn’t even matter because even if you decide that you don’t feel the same, you will never feel the same, I will know that you know how amazing I find you.
I want you here. I want you here to curl up against you through this… I want you here fore everything. So I guess that matters.
Maybe because it’s the first time in a really long time that I wanted to love someone. Maybe this is the first time it’s really Love. So I guess it does matter. You matter.
I hope that next time I see you… you really hear me when I say that I love you.
It matters more than you know now.
I’ve been actually in love with you for a month now. A real in.love.
I’ve never been here and it doesn’t even matter. I’m here now. : )
Thanks Dante, for making him say what he couldn’t on his own.