I don't love you. Not yet. It's a slow warmness building inside. You're not beautiful and neither am I, but I love how you make can me smile when I feel like death. I'm scared of what you'll think. Maybe I'll never tell you and this will embarrass me in a year or so.

But then again, maybe in a year or so I'll come back here and show you where it started.

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  • green eyes
6 years ago

This is exactly how I feel right now. Thank you for putting it into words xx

  • helpless
6 years ago

Me too. Wow. I think this feeling might be real.

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