I love you because 90% of my poetry would be incomplete in your absence .
I love you because I love me and sometimes I am so selfish I can’t let go.
I love you because your birthday is in a month’s time and i spent the past year planning the gifts I can longer give you.
Even though I so want to.
I love you because I make terrible choices and you make good ones and I like how that reversed when we once chose each other.
I kinda always knew I was just a momentary lapse of judgement .
It’s a shitty feeling, to say the least.
I love you because I don’t like chocolate the same way when you’re not telling me it’ll kill me sometime.
And I really liked chocolate when I felt I was living life on the edge.
I love you because we were friends once, and in my head – I still have long meaningful conversations with you.
Which explains why you think I’m unstable and why we no longer have those conversations in real life.
I love you because everytime I write one of these I feel like I’m finally over it
But two weeks later, I write this again.
I love you because your have a nice voice. and because I like people who give me a new piece of information each time we talk. my pieces of information are too scattered . too abstract . too static.
I love you because after everything you did and everything I do I’d rather be you than me. I know that’s a whole other can of worms but I guess it’ll make a better story.
I love you because I love me .
I don’t really love you, I just hate being lonely.
is it just me or is today a day of immensely sad atrocious posts ? such emotional much wow !