I love you
The three words that I want to say so much, but still couldn’t bring myself to say it.
I had a dream a few night ago that he cupped my face and looked at me straight in the eye and told me he loved me. I work up with tears running down my face.
Years ago, with all past boyfriends, I have also wondered what real love is. The love that I had for them somehow didn’t feel like it. I said the three sacred words often enough, but it never really come from the heart. I liked them, and I probably loved them in some way, but never the full-heartedly way. I always loved myself more.
But in Mark, I found that love. He is the first thought when I open my eyes in the morning, and he has my last prayer before I close my eyes at night. My heart and soul is so tied to him that it hurts each time I think about him. I grief every time I missed him. And my heart beams and flutters whenever I see him.
Perhaps this is karma. I said it so much but never meant it. And now that I mean it, I can’t say it.
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