“i’m just tired, you know?” she sighed.

“of what?”

“of everything,” she laughs. “i’m tired of falling for people who couldn’t care less about me. i’m tired of wearing my heart on my sleeve and people taking advantage of it. i tried you know? i tried not giving a fuck, to stop giving people the love they don’t even fucking deserve… but i can’t help it and i don’t think it’ll ever end.”

I’ll admit it- I’m a little in love with you.

I’m not saying this so you’ll say it back- in all honesty, I don’t even know if I want you to love me back. Reciprocated love comes with a whole host of complications, and right now my life feels more than complicated enough. I don’t really need to add you loving me back to that list.

But I’m pretty sure I love you. I don’t know if it’s your way with words, or the curve of your smile, or the way you tell me when something makes you think of me (although I do know I love to hear that I’m on your mind). I don’t even know if this is the kind of love that can last past an infatuation.

All I know for sure is that the heavy weight on my shoulders gets at least ten pounds lighter when I see you sent me a message. All I know for sure is that I find myself slipping into daydreams where I can hold your hand and play with your hair and you take me to tiny cafes and we spend days wrapped up in blankets and sunlight and books. All I know for sure is that you get me in a way very few people do, and that hasn’t happened in a very long time.

I’m a little in love with you- and I don’t need you to love me back. Not like this, anyway. It might be worse if you did. As we are, I can survive a one-sided crush. I can get through each day knowing that you’re out and about, living a life of art and sunshine and pomegranate summers and burning coffee. I don’t know if I could continue to function as normal if I knew you were out there doing all that while loving me.