I’d like to believe that you feel everything I feel when I say it to you,
that you feel the way I do and it’s not just me but both of us.
That you take me seriously.
That even if things are changing, and if our feelings should change too, then it would only become stronger.
That despite my mistakes and my immature wants that are often perceived as need, you don’t look at me differently.
That this is where I am supposed to be.
And that you are who I am supposed to be with.
I love you. And I hope you know that. And I hope it’s not too much for you.
I’d translate exhausted in every language but.. I really just… can’t.