I wanted those moments - few and far between as they were. I wanted whatever
time and affection you could give me. No matter what it cost me. I felt like you
found comfort in me. And maybe I wasn't your first choice, you know? But I was
glad that I was somewhere on the list. I let it happen again and again, more
times than I can even count.
You wanted to keep things casual, you wanted to keep me at arm's length. You
leaned on me. I cared about you so much. I can't explain it, but, I've seen the
best and the worst of you... and I love you. I love the way you can tell me what
I'm thinking. I love the way you tell a story, drawing me in. I love you for all
the times you convinced me, with a stupid joke, or even just a look... to stop
taking myself so seriously and just enjoy my life. Nothing could ever
make me regret the way I feel about you. What I feel for you isn't a negative
thing. It makes me better, it makes my life better. That's what I've been trying
to say: That love is never wrong, even when it grows in the worst conditions,
with no encouragement...
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