I like because, but I love despite.

I'll never understand why you did what you did. Why you professed your love for me and then unfollowed me and deleted the playlist. Either I completely missed all the in-my-face signs or you freaked out. So far, our story has been one gigantic romantic comedy. Beginning with my beautiful love letter, a testament of my feelings for you, and the fake ending of you giving me your heart and dropping off the map. I don't know what to think or how to feel. You confuse me beyond belief. I don't know if I'm crazy for feeling this way or if you still feel it too.

Some days I wonder if I'm a prisoner in your mind like you are in mine. I've tried talking to you so many times and you push me out. Then, you make this list of beautiful love songs and I'm not sure if you were expecting me to talk to you or not. I'm not sure what you were doing. I used to be frustrated or angry--disappointed even--but now I'm just melancholic.

If I'm being honest, I miss you beyond belief. There are so many things I want to talk to you about. All my life I had wanted to find a young man who understood me. You did. It's a powerful feeling--the warm glow of being known and loved. I wish I could tell you all these things again, and I still believe that one day I will. I'm moving on the best I can, but I love you.

You're in college now, and I'm about to go to college. I wonder if this is why you refuse to speak to me. Rationality is a weapon, and you use it too often. But here's the thing: I don't care about the logistics. Love doesn't exist within the confines of time or space or logic. Love just is. And so I'm brought to only one conclusion. One thing to cling to as I wait for you to come back.

I like because, but I love despite.

I like you because you're handsome, with chaotic, deep sea green eyes. You're brilliant and soft-spoken. You're a kind man. You love music like I love music. The way you move through a room like magic fills the air always captivated me.

But I love you despite your inability to talk to me. Your dependency on two people's advice which isn't for your benefit, rather, it is for the preservation of their feelings. The way you've hurt me ruined my summer--I cried all throughout infinity war not bc Spidey died, but because my hope in us had.

Well, I still pray for you every day, and I know that one day we'll talk again.

Until then, Good-bye--I love you.

Submitted April 29, 2019 at 04:54AM

I'll never understand why you did what you did. Why you professed your love for me and then unfollowed me and deleted the playlist. Either I completely missed all the in-my-face signs or you freaked out. So far, our story has been one gigantic romantic comedy. Beginning with my beautiful love letter, a testament of my feelings for you, and the fake ending of you giving me your heart and dropping off the map. I don't know what to think or how to feel. You confuse me beyond belief. I don't know if I'm crazy for feeling this way or if you still feel it too.Some days I wonder if I'm a prisoner in your mind like you are in mine. I've tried talking to you so many times and you push me out. Then, you make this list of beautiful love songs and I'm not sure if you were expecting me to talk to you or not. I'm not sure what you were doing. I used to be frustrated or angry--disappointed even--but now I'm just melancholic.If I'm being honest, I miss you beyond belief. There are so many things I want to talk to you about. All my life I had wanted to find a young man who understood me. You did. It's a powerful feeling--the warm glow of being known and loved. I wish I could tell you all these things again, and I still believe that one day I will. I'm moving on the best I can, but I love you.You're in college now, and I'm about to go to college. I wonder if this is why you refuse to speak to me. Rationality is a weapon, and you use it too often. But here's the thing: I don't care about the logistics. Love doesn't exist within the confines of time or space or logic. Love just is. And so I'm brought to only one conclusion. One thing to cling to as I wait for you to come back.I like because, but I love despite.I like you because you're handsome, with chaotic, deep sea green eyes. You're brilliant and soft-spoken. You're a kind man. You love music like I love music. The way you move through a room like magic fills the air always captivated me.But I love you despite your inability to talk to me. Your dependency on two people's advice which isn't for your benefit, rather, it is for the preservation of their feelings. The way you've hurt me ruined my summer--I cried all throughout infinity war not bc Spidey died, but because my hope in us had.Well, I still pray for you every day, and I know that one day we'll talk again.Until then, Good-bye--I love you.