I look at you,
stare straight into your eyes…
I see a person that you love.

I see what you see.
I can feel that it’s real.
I can see that you believe it’s real.

I look at you,
right there,
straight into your eyes that is the opening of your soul.

I see all the good that you are.
I can feel the goodness of your heart.

This is rare,
some might even say impossible for me to find someone like you.

I love you.
I’m not sure if it’s the truth, I’m not even sure if I want it to be the truth.
I’m angry,
disappointed and frustrated because of how unhappy I am.

So you see, even if I do love you? It won’t make me happy.
It will just make me more sad, angry, disappointed and frustrated…
Because I’m just hurting you.

I won’t make you be the person I will just try to love just because I have to.
I won’t make you be the person who I will use just to see if I have any capability to love.
I won’t make you feel nothing when you are everything.
I won’t be selfish.
So no,
I don’t love you.

I’m sure I don’t.