Don't for one moment pretend my love is conditional merely because you won't return it. That would make it in and of itself conditional. Don't pretend that you hate me in order to in order to get your point across that you don't love the same way I can love you. I never love anyone the same way anyone else does. There is no one who will ever love you the way that I do. It may not be happily ever after love, it may not be forever and a day love and it may not be die for you love, but don't presume that it isn't. Don't take it for granted only because you don't understand it. The boy that cried love always ends up with a wolf biting him in the ass.
Just be you. Don't be anyone else. It's boring and dull and I know from so much experience that is one thing you're not. In fact, my love stemmed from how YOU you truly were. Now you're not. You think she makes you feel better, but she only makes you less you. I'm glad that I know that I'm right and that it might hurt you because you are never going to get back to being who you are without the hurt. It will only be a fraction of what I still hurt, but yours will not be any less significant because of that.
I'm glad I've seen what you try too hard to pretend is love face to face and that I've seen that it cannot, will not and could never be a portion of what you and I had together. It makes the waiting both easier and harder. But at least I know it's only a matter of waiting and the only matter of the heart to concern myself with is my own.
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