You love me.
You said those words when you were half drunk.
I asked you in the morning.
You didn't remember.
I got mad.
You got mad.
I spoke my mind.
You realised what you said.
You remembered saying those words.
"I love you" you said.
You've loved me for a week.
You just couldn't tell me.
You didn't realize that I.
Loved you too.
I just couldn't say it.
It took three weeks for us to say it.
But we've known for a week.
I love you.
I whisper to myself A lot.
But again I know it most likely won't last.
I'm not pretty.
I'm fat.
You think my beautiful.
Buts only because you haven't seen My gut.
So I know this will hurt, because I actually love you.
I just hope you actually love me too.
Midnight Thoughts
By Bookthief_18
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