every time i read something i've written about him, i realize how much i really love him. how much i've always loved him. i realize how happy he has made me. i realize that he is the best thing that's ever been mine. i realize that if i died tomorrow, i'd be okay because i truly love him. and he loved me. i realize that all my fear of getting hurt destroyed my ability to love him the way he deserved. that my fear turned into my own actions instead of his. and i swear, if we loved again, i'd love him right.
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