• 6 years ago
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You’re my everything. You seriously have no clue about it, but you really are. My every thought centers around you. It’s nothing like thinking someone’s cute or anything like that. It’s like this all-encompassing feeling of rightness that swallows me whole, that envelopes me more than anything else in my life when I’m with you. It’s how you can make me blush with the slightest smile and how you blush at the simplest thing. It’s how you’re naive to everything yet open to so much. You’re often influenced by the pressure of those around you to fit an image of someone who just goes with what they say or what the majority do, but you really aren’t like that. Instead, you’re this sweet guy who wants to keep everyone happy but still has his own mind. You’re the kind of person everyone wants to be around but no one wants to hurt. You light up the world, especially mine, and I love you for it. I thought I was over you. I thought I could respect that you aren’t ready for a relationship, but you don’t understand. Every waking moment, every SLEEPING moment, it’s you. I dreamt about you the other night. I didn’t tell myself to do that. I’ve just become that comfortable with you. You’ve overtaken every part of my being, and you fail to understand that. I get it. There is so much more out there for you, so much more you deserve, but why won’t you give me a shot? Because even if you end up breaking my heart, at least I know we gave it a try. And that, to me, would maybe be enough to settle the thoughts in my mind. I can’t stand the sight of you with someone else that you could possibly be interested in. But I trust that you know what makes you happy and will go with that. Yet, how can I pursue that trust when you break it so often by instead choosing whatever keeps everyone else happy? You can only keep others happy for so long. Never in your life will everyone be happy all of the time, and you must accept that that isn’t your fault. It’s okay, though. I do the same thing. People don’t see the similarities, but they’re there. They’re just hidden beneath the blue-eyed surface.

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