I love you.
Don’t get me wrong. I know you’ll never love me back.
But I can’t stop loving you.
I’m hurting myself.
Holding onto something that never existed.
We’re not together, we never have been.
We never will be.
There are too many difficulties.
Too many obstacles.
Things that I would gladly endure,
but also things that I would never put you through.
You are happy.
And I will let you be.
I won’t bother you with this love I have for you.
This overbearing love.
This love that will only hurt me in the end.
All I can hope is that it will never hurt you.
Your sweet smile,
your beautiful laugh,
your twinkling eyes,
your red lips,
your small fingers,
your delicate face,
your adorable reactions,
your kind nature,
your hilarious jokes,
your different expressions,
your relaxed sleeping face.
The way you try to learn guitar.
The way you get excited when I speak english.
The way you hug me, the way it makes me feel.
The way you sing, the way we sound together.
The way our taste in music is similar.
The way it all makes me want to hold you close.
The way you makes me love you more for each and every day.