It hurts to admit that I love you and that I miss you.
I hate to admit that, I miss you. I really do, I missed you yesterday, I missed you the day before and I still am missing you.
It takes courage, it takes power and it takes time.
Love is a heavy word but with you it’s not weighted. It’s not measurable but it’s believable and admirable.
We tend to give up on love because we’ve failed to hold on tight. We also fail to understand that love is work, something to be invested in, and something that takes a lot of energy.
I wish, I would have never wrote this but, I want to say, I wish I had you in my life!
You grow and you start taking risks. You listen to yourself and not anybody, you become very independent and dependent on yourself only.
I want our love to be looked at, I want it to be searched for, I want it to be better than Romeo and Juliet’s and I lastly want it to last, just like how the Gods have written it.
Message after message, without a single reply but I can clearly see that it’s ‘delivered,’ as the clock kept on ticking I asked myself if you’ll ever read my messages.
If you won’t love yourself, then who will?