I love you.
There, now, no matter who reads these lines, I will have just told you how I feel.
It's not easy loving you though. No, I love you too much to lie, to take the easy road and tell you it's all sunshine and butter cups.
Loving you means having to figure out some way of loving myself, of trusting myself enough. It might take me believing that
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