I dream of telling you "I love you"
sparks fly the minute you say it back but the butterflies in my stomach will die the second I am reminded that "we" could never be. I dream of a petal picked romance, a balance of high and low moments you remind me that my dark days are just that... moments... I bathed myself in your kindness and watched as it mended my wounds conversations with you are enlightening I don't know how it is that you do, what you do but it hurts it hurts attempting to convince myself that you are not the one when every fiber in my being is telling me to love you telling me to care and at the same time reminding me to stop.
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