Crush on michael clifford

- Telepathy, H.S

I'm sorry if I don't respond immediately to your I love you's and I miss you's. I'm sorry that I keep opening my eyes when I'm kissing you, and reaching for you at night just to see if you're still there. It's not that I don't believe that you love me, I do. I feel it in your touch, and hear the way you carry it inside you through your voice. It's just that sometimes I think about all the people who have said those same words to me before and then never again. I think about old friends who tell me they have missed me just to be kind, when I know in reality they have not thought about me in years. I think about all the people who swore that they loved me, and tried to fit me into their pockets only to realize that I was too big to carry around with them. I think about all the people that never loved me back. I think about the ones who stopped believing that I was worthy enough for their love. I wonder why you still think I am, why you keep waking up everyday and choosing me over and over again.