I didn't open up to you
I just simply
started trusting you
Wrote letters for you
Mentioned you in my text notes
Got flowers for you
Christened my characters after you
Wrote in dairies about you
But don't be mistaken.
It was more for more than it was for you. Ever.
And always.
That's why
opening is a big deal for me.
For I break my own rules
Without ever knowing I am breaking them in the first place.
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