I love him more I can admit to myself. And it scares him that he might just for luckiest coincidence in his life--me.
I call him, more than I should have and I know this, I know this painful truth: he will be gone when an opportunity presents itself in a prettier package (in a heartbeat). But i love him. I love in silly and I won't let him run off like a lost puppy. I love him I swear it.
I love him. More than he will ever love me and I know this, I this and it is okay. He doesn't feel the same way too but maybe, just maybe if I can love a little harder I could break this metal box he calls a heart. Who said loving was love. People do all sort of crazy things for love. The least I can do is be patien--patient with is denial because I know this, I know this for certain: he feels something too.
He started laughing at my dry jokes. Eyes watered like broken plastic bucket--overflowing. He finds me funny--he finds this funny but I am not joking (I hope not). I am no game; I am no toy. I am here for real; I am here for him and he will notice someday, i promise. He will love just as much and hard as I do him and i know this for certain: he will be mine as destined.
I think he loves me. Don't call me crazy and no it's not just in my head(maybe). I can feel it. He is starting to love me. He doesn't know (yet). He thinks he would run off with his lies but he won't let him (he can't). I have my love wrapped around him like a blanket--still as steel. I can feel it and by the time he knows it too, it will be too late to run or play pretend. he will all mine--all mine I swear it.
I think he loves me.
