i've bothered to hurt you. i've never found the need to, your heart is too soft for brokenness. and my hands ache to hold your heart, but in the end, it's never mine to hold. and it never will be. the more i look at you, is the more i found myself falling into your eyes. crescent moons appare whenever you laugh. and by now, you're probably wondering why i write about you, it is because i'm so deeply in love with you. just don't stop loving him for me, he doesn't need a broken heart, much like you, he is soft.
i'm in love with you.
i think i always was.
