I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited.
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That unanswerable question

Dear you,

I’ve been sitting here contemplating the question you asked me, and how it could have been answered with a simple yes or no. But something I realize about myself is that nothing is ever that simple and my mind is always quite complex. The answers are never that black and white to me especially if it has to do with the way that I feel. Even though I live in this realm of fantasy, inside my mind there is always a logical working that I have to see somewhere. I need to understand the why and the how. I guess that’s what makes me difficult and hard to read. My head is constantly at odds with the rest of me. My body language may be saying one thing, but the words that come out of my mouth would throw anyone for a loop… I would be lying if I said I could even begin to understand myself. So I guess I’ll try to write myself in to understanding:

At some point during the laughter, movie nights, and bad jokes something changed. I got so comfortable so quickly. I couldn’t figure out why certain things bothered me or why I started to miss your presence so much more than usual. Then one day it just hit me that you started to affect me. I don’t know why. It’s incredibly confusing to me and frustrating on top of it but, again, feelings are rarely explainable. I guess what I am trying to say is: to answer how I see you, I would have to answer literally: I see you for exactly the person you are and who you are to me. To answer how I feel about you is a completely different story.

From Me.

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crushquotesandadvice:

This poem………

crushquotesandadvice:

This poem………

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