A simple confession...

I never meant a lot of the hurtful things I said. 

In depth, you changed me, and made me something better than I started as. 

I have my nights, when I see your name, or think of you, and you are the only person I want to talk to. 

You are often times, the only person I want to share everything with, but you won't give me a chance to let me in. 

In reality, I guess I know, that you aren't good for me to want. 

You tend to be the only thing on my mind, and when that happens...

All I can ever think about, is talking to you, being near you, sharing everything I know, and am with you. 

I wouldn't give you up for anything I have at the moment. 

You are often there when I need you, even if I try to keep the distance you want. I have told you a lot, and thinking of this now..I wasn't even thinking of you when I started writing. It just turned out to sound like I meant you, so I guess I'm screwed. 

I don't think I will ever admit that I love you, I'm still not sure I do, but maybe it's the fact that I'm denying this all. 

I don't really know. 

You make me feel better about myself, and make me feel like I do something right for a change. 

I have never realized, that I'm something better than how I percive myself, and that somebody so...so...like YOU could make me see things I've never noticed before. 

This feeling I have......how I'll be talking about somebody else, and then without knowing, switch it to you...It's pretty crazy.

So in turn..I think I realize...I love you.

But in depth, I don't think it's the head over heels love, or the insane I want you every minute, teen love. 

In this space of my mind it's the kind of love, where...I love every moment with you. I love how you want to make me laugh, I love your being in whole. I love the way you sound when you are trying to flirt, or get something out of me. I love your serious, normal voice, I love to make you laugh, even if it's laughing at me. 

I don't love you enough to push anything onto you, or into this. I don't love you enough to let you inside of my mind. I don't love you enough to figure out how much I really do love you. 

I can't love you enough. 

My realization, the stinging in my fingers, the beating of my heart, the fluttering in my stomach, as my mind is typed into exsistence.

This realization hit me, and now it's down and written.