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And this is love.
and I never was a poet,
the words never did flow freely,
but somehow you put this insane idea in my head
that I could do something to show you
that I loved you.
So.
Much.
and I never thought it was possible,
love was a fairy tale that was granted to people (probably not me)
the ones who didn’t have little demons running through their minds (definitely not me),
but then I met you
and it wasn’t love at first sight
but it became something purely magical.
and I know I’ve said it before,
that we are adolescent rug-rats that could look back on this love as foolishness,
but I can’t help from hoping
that maybe fate smiled upon me for once
and would allow me to spend more of my life with you.
and I should thank you,
for the nights when I wanted to give up on us
for the days when I didn’t want to tear down my walls (I worked so hard to build them up, you have to understand) for you
for all the miscommunications and for all the misdeeds that are sure to come,
because you haven’t given up
and even though I’ve told you that you’re insane for wanting to be with me
I bless my lucky stars every time that you haven’t walked away.
and I’m not saying in anyway that you should feel obligated,
to stick with the “damaged” just because you feel guilty to let me go,
because I just want you to be happy
and if that happy doesn’t involve me
then I’d understand (don’t ever feel bad).
and love,
a name I’m so grateful to consider as being affiliated with mine,
these words are no justice for what I consider you to be to me
because I knew I was in love
the moment that I thought of our memories
the moment that I thought of your name
the moment that I thought of you
and I smiled.
and babe,
sometimes I’m concerned that I’ll never be enough,
because no matter how many times you may frustrate me
all of those little imperfections of yours
somehow manage to make me love you more
and I don’t know how to ever be as good as that.
and dearest,
please, just know,
that you’re always plaguing my mind
that I can’t look at anyone else the same way I do at you
that you’re one of the most difficult obstacles I’ve faced
but the greatest reward.
and darling,
I love you.
So.
Much.

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