I think about reinventing myself a lot.
Like I can't stick to one thing long enough.
I do everything a lot.
I talk a lot,
I move a lot,
I swear a lot,
I read a lot,
And maybe, I love a lot.
I think the first time you realised I felt more for you than you did for me was on your birthday.
I remember making you a jar full of memories, anecdotes, little love notes.
It took me days to do that.
But it was worth it.
Do you know how wide I smiled when your face split into that blushy grin of yours?
That was the only time I felt like I had achieved something spectacular in life.
Do you know how fast that same euphoria dimmed when you mentioned you had to meet her too?
I think that was the day I realised that at the end of the day, I was not the only one in love with you.
And a part of me thinks,
Thats when the rage began.
Because, I feel a lot too.
Almost too much.
I don't think my feelings can be measured, they tend to start at the opposite end of the the love/hate spectrum. There's no gray area. It's either black or white.
For a person capable of feeling in only two extremes.
Any emotion, that even starts as a low simmer has the ability to cause a fire.
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Love Letters to Him
RomanceLove letters to him, is just my attempt at vocalising all the thoughts that I wish I could say to him. It's me trying to be poetic and romantic and failing mostly. To everyone who has fallen in love, and detested it; This is my piece to you.
