With every shade of you that I fell for, I discovered a better version of myself.
Each moment spent knowing you pulled me deeper into this silent admiration, and with it, a patient longing began to grow within me.
Waiting for you became a part of who I am, as natural as breathing.
I've wanted to tell you from the very beginning.
"The moment I saw you, I couldn't take my eyes off you."
And someday, somehow, somewhere, I know I'll propose to you.
But first, I'll make sure there's not a single reason left for you to say no.
Nobody has ever consumed my thoughts the way you do.
It's as if you're the only obsession I carry within me, and it's not fleeting.
it's a desire etched deep in my heart.
I want you, every version of you, with all your flaws and imperfections.
"Yes, I want you with all those imperfections."
I know by now that you're not exactly the person I imagined you to be when I first admired you from a distance.
But the real you, with your little quirks, your unguarded moments, and your flaws this is the version I've come to love even more.
There's a purity in your honesty that I can trust with all my heart.
I also know you'll probably never date me.
And that's okay.
Because dating you isn't what I want it's not enough.
I want all of you, forever.
Or, in some strange, romantic twist, I want the kind of heartbreak where you invite me to your wedding.
And then, just as you're about to say "The seven vows" our eyes meet across the room.
In that moment, time freezes, and you realize it's always been me.
You drop everything, run toward me, and together, we leave the world behind in a storm of love, like something straight out of a movie.
This waiting isn't a burden. It's a promise I've made to myself.
A promise that no matter how long it takes, or how things unfold, I'll wait for the day when our story finds its way to the perfect ending.
Until then, I'll keep waiting, holding on to every moment, every memory, and every hope that it'll be you and me in the end.
And that's why i'm waiting...
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RomanceWhat a wonder it is that you might not have a single clue that someone somewhere, from the core of their heart, writes about you. Maybe a secret admirer or a long lost friend, How you lie in the words of their poetry, in each phrase until the end. I...
