I love you.
I do.
I denied it, hoping it would save me from heart break.
Despite this, I unknowingly gave you the broken pieces of my heart.
Now you hold them all.
You hold them carefully and tenderly, slowly rearranging the pieces so they're next to their matches.
Neither of us realized it.
When I said "I love you" to you tonight, I realized how hopeless I would be if you decided to drop it all.
I realized that I had truly put my heart in your hands, there was no reversing it.
My heart was already there, but saying it out loud made me notice it.
I hope to god that I don't fuck it up.
I hope to god that you don't let me go.
I don't know what I would do if that happened to me again.
But if it does, I love you.
I know what is coming but I can't help it because I love you.
