...but I can’t help it. You’re so perfect. I can’t ignore you.
I can’t pretend I don’t like you, because I do, more than you realise.
If I could spend every minute of the day thinking of you, I would, and tbh, I pretty much do already. When you ask me what I'm up to, and I say thinking, that
means thinking about you. About how much I like you, how amazing you are, how I’ll never be good enough for you, because I know that you deserve the best,
and as much as I wish I was, I know I’m not that, I’m not the best. I want you to be happy.
Someone I really admire told me that when you love something or someone you set it/them free.
I can’t pretend I don’t like you, because I do, more than you realise.
If I could spend every minute of the day thinking of you, I would, and tbh, I pretty much do already. When you ask me what I'm up to, and I say thinking, that
means thinking about you. About how much I like you, how amazing you are, how I’ll never be good enough for you, because I know that you deserve the best,
and as much as I wish I was, I know I’m not that, I’m not the best. I want you to be happy.
Someone I really admire told me that when you love something or someone you set it/them free.
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