I love everything about him. Loving him was like a dream. Yet, the thought of being with him was painful. So I never confessed, because I would demand more than he could give.
So, I promise myself that one day, when I confess to him, I'm ready to let him go. Not stay.
That countless poems, music, and drawings are just a silly dream and my phase of growing up instead. Not because he's precious to me anymore.
When I'm ready, I will be free from this horrible feeling of love.
I might search for you in every school photo or in the crowds, but at that time, I'll smile, a smile that shows how I no longer have feelings for you.
But until then, I will keep loving you. Today. Tomorrow. Next week. Next month. Next year. Every second, every minute, every hour.
I love you. Always.
