sincerely

six

come around; a love letter

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you held my hand through thick and thin; you lead me graciously through the brutalities of my life.

you don't know how much you help me, but will you ever? i can't tell you how much you mean to me; you would think i was crazy.

maybe i am. maybe i am crazy over you. so what? i love you. i wish you liked me back. more than anything.

i want you. i want you to love me. there's so much i want, but sometimes i feel like it's more than that. sometimes, i feel like i need you.

and i do, really; i need to feel your fingers wrap around mine, i need to run my calloused thumb across the ridges your bones have made in your perfect hands.

i need to hear your voice and your laugh, i need to see your smile up close. i need to hug you and put my arms around you.

i need to rest my head on your shoulder, i need to steal your hoodies and wear them when it's cold, i need to lay my head on your chest and listen to you tell me that everything's gonna be okay.

i need everything i want, and i want everything i simply can't have. i don't blame you for not wanting me, or liking me - not many people do, really.

but ever since i realized how much i love you, i've been praying for you to feel the same way. i've been wishing and hoping and begging with all i have that one day, you'll want me just the same.

when will you come around?