I don’t want to let go. I’ve never felt so trusting and secure before. I can’t let go of the hope. The hope that one day he’ll be brave enough to let me know him. To be brave enough to stay present. Brave enough to take a chance of being seen by someone who wants to be a safe place for him. Love is a choice and a learned skill. I want to know you and learn how you receive love.
There is no resentment, no anger. I’m hurting but all I feel towards you is love. And the love isn’t fading. I choose you. I want to explore life with you. I just need you to want to try.














