I don't know how to tell the person who can make me smile without trying that I love them. I know they don't feel the same, but I want them to know what I feel. It's one in the morning when I'm writing this. I'm putting the skills that they revere and say is one of my best qualities to use. I'm listening to a special playlist, about to cry because I miss them dearly.
They've been in relationships before although they were shorthand. They've told me about the person that they like. And it makes my heart ache so. They don't know that when they text me the smiley faces and hearts it makes my face flush and a rare smile to appear upon my face. Oh. I love them so but,
I Don't Know How To Tell You I
Love You
💕
Oh hey. I ended up crying anyway.
I miss you mon amour.
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Letters to the Unknown
PoetryLetters I haven't sent. They are unknown. For the unknown. To people unknown to me yet. Love, for people I haven't met. For my partner I have yet to meet. Letters Unknown. Letters to the Unknown. ~♡° This Work is MINE not Yours, if you see this on...
