Things I’ll never tell you.
I love you. I wonder if you realize how special you are to me. How special you are to anyone at all. Just the thought of it- you are so so special to someone. You make this heart skip a beat. Only if you knew. But I think you do. Do I make you happy? Does IT make you happy? To know that even at your worst- you are so loved. Do you feel special?
To think I loved this man so much. Haha. Glad to see I’ve moved on and don’t want to look back. Just a reminder that just because you “love” them doesn’t mean they are right for you. When I wrote this I was indeed in love and infatuated with him. Now years later I think of him and laugh at myself.













