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If you only knew how much time I waste staring at photos you upload on your day on Facebook Messenger and your story on Instagram, you'd laugh at me and then proceed to be weirded out. I wish I could tell you how entranced I am by you and your eyes and lips.
You've seen this from me. There's nothing new. Move along.
I am writing this knowing well that you’ll never read this. But I need to get this off my chest so that I can really move on from you.
I’m afraid I’m at a point where I should stop, because I know that I can’t have anything with you. You barely know me and I doubt if you even give me a passing thought.
But from where I stand, there’s a completely different story. I can’t count the hours I’ve spent thinking about you. There’s been numerous days when you were the only thing in my mind is you, and your eyes, and your smile. I know so much about you. Yes, I concede, that sounds scary. But I never had an illusion of anything happening between us. I know my limitations well enough to write this. I know I’m grasping at straws here.
But you know what, I love you. I love you with all of my being. I love you unconditionally. I love you so much that I need to stop this.
I see your photos, yup that online stalking thing really works, and every time I see you with her, holding her hand and kissing her. I can’t help but smile.
I smile because you’re happy, I see that in you, and I smile at my foolishness, hoping and praying for something that exists only in my mind.
I think I’m smart enough to recognize that I’ve fallen for my idea of you. You see, I’ve heard so much about you that I feel that I know you. I love my idea of you. I’m sorry if that sounds stupid, but it’s true. It’s the only real thing that I know right now.
Though I love you, this needs to end. I need to stop hurting myself. I need it for my own sake.
I guess this will be difficult, because I can’t seem to find the strength to stop looking at your Facebook page and Instagram account (most millennial thing you’ve read!), but I need to soldier on.
A huge chunk of the past decade was spent on my inexplicably convoluted attraction to you, but it needs to end now.
Just help me out on this and bear with me.
I love you, I guess that’d never change. But I need to get past this.
Well, fuck that.
"Do you love me," I asked. "I don't know," he replied. "I want to fix this," I whispered. "We need to fix this." "There's nothing to fix, we're okay. You're overthinking this, like what you do with everything else." "Yeah, I guess I do that," I conceded.
FML.
I thought knowing is easier. They said that power came with knowledge. I though I can deal with this better. I though I can live with the idea. But I can't. I feel like throwing up. I feel like I need to run from it all. I feel so much pain.
It’s 7:18 am and I thought about you. So here.
Hi! I know with absolute certainty that you are not reading this. Nope, you are not reading this. And even if you are, you wouldn’t know this is for you. So first off, hello, saw you. Again, you took my breath away. But I’m trying to lay off you now. Trying to stay away from any triggers. You see, I decided to let go of you and what I think I feel for you. But it is still here, lingering. And as much as I want it to go away now, and for it to just end suddenly, it won’t.
But I really made a conscious decision to move on, to let go, and appreciate the things I have, instead of staring at a screen and wishing for something unreachable.
So, I love you. I think I’ll always love you. I just need to come to terms with the fact that you have your life to live and I have mine.
Take care.
I love you. I think there's no doubt about that but I grapple with the thought of loving you and destroying myself in the process. I'm so distraught because I know what I'm doing is wrong. It's so wrong. But I need to feel close to you.
I wrote you this love letter knowing you'll never read it
I'll confess. I'm afraid. You're at that age where you can have kids, and I know you're kinda doing it with I don't know who. But, you having kids or getting married scares me to death. Because I don't know how I'll handle it. I know I can't impose anything on you, fuck, I'm not even sure if you know me. But I fell for you a long time ago, I fell for an image of you that I have on my mind. And though I know it's the most stupid of things, I can't help myself from saying that I love you and that I'd like to keep you from getting hurt.
I remember the first time I slept with someone else, I cried after. I wasn’t exactly sure if I was crying because it had meant someone else touched my body the same way you had or if it was because it meant I finally let you go.
whichever it was, I’m glad I let someone else in (via n4ughty-y)
Himchan pouting at Jongup. ( ˘ ³˘)♥
Hi there feelings. I hate you!
Isn’t it stupid?
Yes.
Is it logical?
No.
I know, damn it, I know it doesn’t make sense. I get to overthink things, so I’ve gone through the process about this.
Yes I’m in love, and yes I don’t know the person that well.
That in itself is an overstatement, because cumulatively, I haven’t had the chance to talk to that person for more than five minutes.
I’m miserable. Because I think about how stupid this situation is, but the thought of that person is so difficult to let go.
I’ve slept and woke up for a few days now, and I always end up thinking about this person.
I’m tired and I feel like I’m betraying the person I’m in a relationship with.
Yes, I’m in a relationship and yes, I’m in love with another person. The worst part they’re blood related. bloody fucking fuck this situation is complicated.
I really don’t know what to do.
I saw you, I talked to you, I touched you
This was the first time our paths crossed. It was unintentional and it was beautiful. I looked at you, you looked at me and I saw that there was recognition in your eyes. I couldn’t hold myself back. I called you, I introduced myself. And we talked. It was a few seconds but it was enough to make my stomach churn. To make me smile. It was enough to make my day. I extended my hand, you took and shook it. I felt your hand. I guess that’s enough. Now, at least, I won’t imagine your voice. I won’t imagine how you look and I won’t imagine how your hand feels.
It’s enough.
I've known you for quite a long time, yet you only know me in passing. i know so much about you, yet I'd be astounded if you knew who I was or what my name is. I've talked to you a lot of times in my dreams, telling you about my frustrations, my weaknesses and my sadness, yet we've barely exchanged a hi or a hello. I've been loving you, or what I've imagined you to be for the longest time. I've wanted to kiss you, to hug you to be with you. But i know I can't.
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Sadly the pain does not go away, I only forget it and then it returns and it stings just like before. I want to see you again and talk to you again and touch you again for only just a minute. I just want to say goodbye on my own terms, I know it's selfish. I want to forget how we lost you. I want to see you go peacefully. I miss you so much.
