Although a part of us wants to see the other happy, even if it were because of somebody else, there is still that part that wishes that it could have been you instead. As selfish as it may sound, it cannot be helped.
I have liked this guy for quite some time now, and I would have to say he's far different from the others. His words encourage me. He makes me better. He teaches me to accept who I am. He does not see my flaws as flaws but a side of me I should not be ashamed of. He trusts me.
I have grown fond of him. I learned to care for him. But I don't know if it's love.
I want to trust him but I couldn't out of fear that he will use it against me or judge me. I'm afraid of getting hurt, even though pain is inevitable.
I want to tell you more, but I can't. I could say it again, but I won't.
I want this feeling to stop...
Hopefully soon.
Perhaps never.
