Sometimes I think that he knows.
But then I realize that it's probably just me being paranoid. ...i tend to do that.
Although really, does it matter if he knows?
It's fading. I know it is. It's not really a secret love, anyway. but it's still unnecessary for him to know.
whenever I hear someone say, (with a particular tone), "you'd really do that? for me?", I think: oh no.
I've done it again; offered to put someone else's needs above my own, when they wouldn't do the same for me. and I think that scares them.
But, a lot of times, it's not me making some incredible exception for them. It's just me, being me. I think I've always been willing to help others out, even if it's a little inconvenient for me.
It means I love them. But not usually like that. love them as a brother/sister, friend, fellow human. I have love for a lot of people. I think I feel love freely, but don't fall in love very easily. If that makes any sense.
But I guess people read into it sometimes.
{note to self: don't let people think you care, until you know they give a care about you.}
[if you're confused, look here ]
2019: so far, so good
5 years ago
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