Confessions (Rant Room, maybe?) / the restless mind

Confession No. 21

I love you.
I haven't told you.
I am scared.
I am anxious.

Maybe I don't really love you.
I am just in love with the idea of you.
the idea of your kindness,
respect towards me,

you can stand me,
the kind of a person I am.
You always try to be nice,
even though I can be annoying.

I love you,
I haven't told you.
I wish to tell you,
I love you.

And

Finally,

I have told you
A thousand times
In my dreams
In the future

I have told you
I love you
Every day
Every chance I get

I love you
I have told you
In any ways that I can
In any way that's possible

I love you