I love you, and always have.

No matter what you did or I did, I could never love you less.  I tried to get over you, believe me I tried.  I remember every little thing.  It’s amazing how much I care for you no matter how much bullshit you put me through. Days passed, I lived.  Months passed, I survived.  I told myself I didn’t need you and that I’ll never fall hard for you again.  I even made myself believe I didn’t love you. Before her, before her, and before her too.  There was me.  I love you and it brings me to tears writing this.  I’m scared that I’ll never love anyone like this again, even scarier ?  I probably will never tell you how I truly feel.

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