I hate how I tell myself I’m not worthy of love. That I’m used to be alone. I’ve been alone for as long as I can remember, so what’s a few more years?

I tell myself that I’ve consigned myself to this fate. That it’ll pay off in the end. But I can’t recall what I traded it away for.

I fear that if they see what’s behind the curtain, and see how broken I am inside they’ll walk away because I’m too much effort. That I’m not worthy of their time and effort.

I’m just too scared to say I love you. I wish you saw me. Saw that I’ve been always at your side. Silently or vocally cheered you on. Through every heartbreak, every pain, and every tear. I hadn’t realized I fell for you until it was too late.

What I want to say is

I love you.

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