I think the fact I never gave up on you after all this time,is because I really do love you. More than anyone before and after I’d met you.  I honestly don’t think that you’ll find someone who loves you as much as I do. As cliche as that sounds.

Of the time we’ve known each other I’ve seen different sides of you, some good, some not so good; but all that doesn’t matter. For the flaws of yours I’ve seen, I’ve also seen perfection, and even if you see yourself as flawed, I’ll always see you as a masterpiece in the making. 

This is a simple thing to understand from my view. All those flaws you’ve pointed out about yourself, even the ones I’ve commented on. I secretly adore it. Because all those flaws, and other traits you’re made up of, creates who I fell for.  

You may not be perfect, nobody is, but I do love you, for the parts of you that you’ve shown me, the quirky faces you make, your singing, your noises, your art, your flaws, your perfections, for how easy it is to talk to you, for being you.

Although lately, it probably seems like I don’t have remotely any feelings for you, I do. Its just..something feels off about us,  and I honestly still feel like you don’t love me, you’re just with me because, I can’t leave you, I mean I’ve tried, but I need you.  So I’ll put my feelings aside, and try and make you happy.

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Even if I don’t say it,  I swear I’ve loved you, probably more then most people you’ve met, and I will continue to, even if you don’t return it, you’ll always be able to know someone out there adores you.

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I wrote this a few months ago, and I finally decided to publish it. It’s about someone who used to be very dear to me, but distance came between us I guess. It’s hard going from talking to someone everyday, to suddenly acting as if they are a stranger. The small strike of pain in your chest when someone asks about them or something reminds you of them. In ways this is completely pointless to post, it’s just if the person ever reads this, they’ll know at least one person will always remember them.