That I am still in love with you. You stole my heart away about two years ago, and you have yet to give it back to me. I love everything about you, the way your laugh litghts up any mood, the way you smile, the way your eyes shut while you play your guitar. The only thing wrong with you is the fact that you don't want me... well not all of me. All you ask of me is to spread my thighs whenever you please. You fill me with untruthful **, like "I love you, always." or "You have stolen my heart, you are everything I have ever wanted." Just stop. I know none of it is true, and that's okay. I will continue to please you, because for those short hours, I have you. I may not get to hold your hand, or go on cute little dates with you, or be able to call you mine, but at least for a moment I'm able to feel sexually attached to you, and in that moment, I feel as if you truly do love me.
I will never be able to let you go.
You will always be the one; always be the one who stole my heart.
No one compares to you; no one will ever be you.
You are my everything, and I'm your nothing, and that hurts.
But i'd do anything for you, as long as your happy.
I love you, I will always love you.
Maybe someday you will feel the same kind of love that I feel, but I highly doubt it.
I wish I could tell you all of this, but I know I can't. When I look into those eyes, everything around us stops, and it's just me and you, and nothing else matters...
But eventually I'm going to give up hope, and that's what scares me because I never thought that one day I would actually have to say goodbye, without the hope that soon I will say hello again...
I don't know what to do. I know I diserve better, but to me, you are the best thing; so what am I supposed to do?