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I want you to want me

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It’s easy to realise that they’re not good for you anymore. The life and energy they use to give you with every interaction now switching to simply draining you.

It takes a lot of courage to step away from the situation. Despite how painful it is.

You have to acknowledge that the longer you hold on. The deeper the wound will become.

Let go of them now and let yourself heal.

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I miss how we were.

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Do you know the depths of my emotion for you? Will you ask? And would I ever open up that much to you? Only God knows how you’ve crumbled my walls. The ones I’ve spent my entire life putting up.

If the words get stuck in my throat forgive me, because I need you to know that I love you more than the air I breathe.

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Its crazy how someone I’ve know known for years has never made me feel as important as you made me feel in months.

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I don’t know if getting over you is an option, but all I know is that one day I’ll be sure to look back on us with a smile.

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How can I not believe in God when you’re here. It can’t be chance that you’re here the way that you are.

No, no ways.

Not with your beauty, your wits and your heart. That was not chance. You were sculpted out by the hands of something divine.

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Loving you has put me in deeper waters than I’ve ever been in, so I pull away. I try to, and when I think I’m moving on, moving forward you seem to realise that and don’t let me.

Why when I try to pull away you pull me closer than before?

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A lot of the time I feel empty, hurt, and confused. But it all seems to disappear when it comes to you. I know who I want to be around you. You make me want to do better, and because of you I am better.

But as high as you make me feel the fall when you leave is deeper than before.

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I hate you.

I hate you so much.

At least that’s what I try to tell myself to get over you. I try to find faults, there’s none. Not significant ones anyways.

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I want you. I want you so bad. But I know you’re not the one for me, and no matter how badly I want it, I know I’m not the one for you, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. I can’t love you the way you deserve to be loved but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to get over you, but know that I loved you with everything in me.

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I miss you, God I miss you so much. I miss your voice and I miss hearing your laugh. I miss the way we linked arms that one time. I miss how you said “I love you” and I miss the way we used to talk. I miss hanging out with you and I hate the fact that you’re not around. You’re so pretty it hurts. I like you so much, you don’t even know just how deep my feelings go. You’re everything to me. Have been for a long time. I love you and I’m sorry you’ll never know just how much you mean to me.

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You’re pretty. You’re so pretty. It’s actually unbelievable how gorgeous you are. You’re pretty and funny and you’re everything I want. You’re the one I want to tell the good and bad news to, and the one I want to wake up with a text from. You’re the one I close my eyes thinking about and the one I look for in every room. You’re perfect, you’re perfect for me.

And maybe in another universe you’d think that too.

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Do I love them or am I in love with the idea of them? They’re always on my mind, I’ve known them for a while, I’d do anything for them. Is it love? I feel that I don’t know them deep enough to love but the feeling is so strong, could it be love?

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Wondering about the saddest things, I often think it's the "what ifs." Those moments when you wonder about different choices – what if you took a chance or did things differently. Imagine being in love, feeling a connection, but neither of you acts on it. Time passes, circumstances change, and the feelings reside somewhere within you. Later, you meet them again, only to discover they once had a crush on you. It's a mix of emotions, and you can't help but wonder about the possibilities if you had taken a different path.

A what if.

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I love you