He is the only constant. And I'm just beginning to notice.
He listened as I cried about another boy, and still told me to keep my head up and that I was beautiful despite my tear stained cheeks.
He hugged me when I wanted to die, and told me that I had way more than I realized to live for.
He held me tight, even when I fought
against him and wanted nothing more than to be alone and cry for days.
He talked about all of my strengths when I felt nothing more than weakness. And forced me to believe that I was stronger than I saw.
He made me feel beautiful, when everything that stared me back from the mirror screamed 'ugly' and 'useless.'
And now, almost a year and a half since I first felt something for him, I'm beginning to realize that the boy I've wanted, the boy who makes me better, has been in front of me the whole time.
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A Collection Of Things I Am To Afraid To Say
SonstigesSometimes, writing down what you wish you could say, is enough to make you better.
