Dearest, I know you're scared. I know you're tired of being taking advantage of, of being used, of being tossed aside as if you mean absolutely nothing. I know this; but what you must know is that I would never—in a million years—hurt you, because I love you with everything within me. You are one of my very few reasons for living. In fact, if it weren't for you... I'm not sure I'd still be here. I realize it seems as though I'm being dramatic, but I'm not. If I didn't still have hope for you, for us, the probability of me existing would be slim. So, please, never ever let yourself believe that you do not matter. Even if every last star in the galaxy burns out, and the sun swallows the only earth will ever know, please remember that you are my everything. Even if it is not reciprocated... I still love you.
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random thoughts & scrawls
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