You feel like coming home. You know that feeling you get, when you enter your home, breathe in it's scent, when you lay down in your own bed and you've missed the feeling of your own sheets. That's how I feel whenever I'm with you. Maybe you're my soulmate, maybe you're just a comfort. I don't know. But I know I'll never love anyone the way I love you.
I tried to love someone else, and no matter how much I loved him, it was nowhere close to you. I can't explain why it's like this, but it doesn't stop. I can't stop loving you. No matter hard I try, no matter how much I ignore it. You linger and linger. I can't forget the sound of your voice, or how your lips feel when we kiss. You're like a stain on my favorite shirt that won't wash away.
I want to fall in love with you again, because I still love you so fucking much. Maybe I'm stupid, maybe this is a waste of time, but I can't let it go. I want you and I can't get myself to walk away.
Please love me again.
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Non-Fiction"And when you're sitting on the side of the road crying over what feels like the best god damn thing you ever had - well, at least you had it." Bear with me... This is quite the roller coaster ride, and that roller coaster ride is my relationship.
