I love you. And it's not like saying you're the one who makes me forget how to speak, the one who makes me hard to breathe, or the one who makes my heart runs faster.
I love you. And it's not the way I want to own you, to make you my universe, or to be next to you each single time.
I love you. And it's my way of saying you're the only one I want to share my words with, the one who keeps me sane, and the one who stills my heart in calmness.
I love you. And I mean I wanted to build a home with you, to reach the stars with you, and to keep you even on those days we're miles apart.
I love you. And please know that it carries so much promises, weighs too much sincerity, and offers everything to be deserving for you.
I love you. Even if I can't always make things right, won't always be too easy to understand, and can't always give you the things you want.
I love you. And this time, I hope you know that it's different from the way I said it to everyone else.
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PoetryMaybe after all these things that happened, we are not really looking for romantic love. Perhaps we just thirst to be understood. Maybe what we really want is a love that is kind enough to see our value. A love that has no romantic intentions. Maybe...
