I've never liked anyone the way I like you.
And I don't mean that in a grand way.
I mean it in a different way.
I mean it like
you make me happy.
And not in a
"I want to cut out my heart and have you know everything about me. I want you to know each and every angry, jealous, hideous, dark, doubting thought that's ever passed through me and still love me, still want me as I am" kind of way.
But I mean I like you
and you make me happy.
And not in a naive way. Not in a way that I'm fooling myself, or making something to fend off loneliness. Not denying something. Or holding back. Or preserving.
Just that you make me happy.
Like maybe.. I don't have to be like that. I don't have to be so negative all the time. Maybe I don't actually have to be so stuck in the past, so mysterious, so secretive. Maybe I can just be happy today, and tomorrow, and learn from the past and move on.
And it - you - you make me wonder if life
and maybe the world in general
is actually a happy place.
Maybe life has been
a happy place
all along.
that's romantic in a different way isn't it.
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