I love you.
How deep? I do not know.
For how long? I can no longer remember.
How many times did I say it to myself? I’ve already lost count.
For what reason? Too many to mention
I love you.
To the extent that I gave my all
To the time that I change myself for you
To the point that I’m no longer myself just for you to notice me
To the moment that I lowered my standards to be with you
I love you.
Even on days when I am emotionally hurt by you.
Even if you’re mad, frustrated, and stressed.
Even if you’re making me feel like I am nothing.
Even if you cannot reciprocate the same love, I am giving.it.
I love you.
The reason why I always understand where you’re coming from,
To why I agreed to do things that a no-label relationship should not do,
As to why I keep coming back to you, no matter how much it hurts.
And why I am staying, even if you gave me reasons to go away.
I love you.
And I do not know why, but loving you hurts.
Every day, it hurts like hell.
It’s painful, yet you do not know.
It’s like I am being stabbed in the heart, yet you do not care for sure.
I love you.
I hope you know, but you won’t give a damn.
I’m losing my grip as this feeling continues.
And you’ll never feel the same thing for sure.
I love you…and I love you.
But I just want to end this pain, as all we had was a game.
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