In a brief moment of clarity, I saw that my love for Max had developed into unprecedented dependence, which was not requited. I could not be without him, but he could be without me if he needed to.
I Love You
And I don’t know exactly what my last words will be, or when life perishes. But I have some personal conviction that the greatest last words are three simple words — I love you.
If I were to have felt it, and forbid say it out loud, you’d know that I was completely yours. And I just couldn’t give you that satisfaction.
What I’m really saying when I say “I love you” is that I’m so proud to be yours.
It doesn’t mean being a replica of another person, but rather being like a puzzle piece that fits perfectly with the other. Your traits complement each other to create better versions of you both.
She is and will always be the greatest oxymoron you will have the pleasure to encounter, the girl who writes.
Your “I love you” is comprised of holding my hand when I am at my weakest, kissing my forehead when I am worried, and always supporting me for whatever I aspire to be.
Thank you for your application of “I love you.” Your forms are being processed and we are formulating a response.
I love you because you never made me feel guilty for taking care of myself.
We can fall in love with that look, with the fire behind their eyes as they disclose what they hold close, and the way their tongue juts between their teeth when they smile. We can fall in love with those things, even if it’s only for a little or for a while.