And this entry’s for you. Because I’m hoping that you’re reading it (now that I’ve revealed its existence to the world). And I’m pretty sure that you’re going to think it’s for him but it’s not. It’s for you.
I love you more than I’ll ever verbally admit.
Maybe if you get me drunk enough… but short of that, I’m too guarded- too scared to say it. Because if I say it too much, it’ll fade like an old photograph. Sun stained, wrinkled and forgotten in a box upstairs collecting dust like all the others.
I just hope you know it because I hate myself for thinking like that. Because I know it’s one of my more difficult quirks. Because I know it’s somewhat silly to be afraid of that. Because last time I loved someone this much, it did fade. Everyone says that history repeats itself.
For our sake, I sure hope they’re wrong.
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