I Love You.

I love you. It’s as simple as that.

I. Love. You.

But just because it’s simple doesn’t mean it’s easy. It’s so hard. It’s exhausting. Loving you is the most exhausting, but it’s also the most exhilarating.
Talking to you makes me giddy. Sitting next to you I forget everything else around me. Comforting you gives me a weird satisfaction. I could spend everyday with you, doing nothing great in particular. I love you, and I’ll keep dropping the subtlest of hints until you finally pick it up.

I love you. It’s as simple as that. Three words, eight letters.

I. Love. You.

If you ask me from when I’ve felt this way, I couldn’t possibly answer. If you ask me till when I’ll feel this way, I’d say forever, but that’s just cheesy crap. I love you right now, today, in this moment. I’ll love you tomorrow, and probably the day after that. I love you now, and that’s all that matters. This love may not be permanent, but it is strong. Forever is a long time and forever can hurt. I love you now, but not forever.

I love you, and its not that simple anymore.

Now, maybe you’ll wonder why I don’t want to love you forever. My answer is simple, it’s unrequited. But then again, love can always be reciprocated, so why do I wanna fall out of love?

The answer again is simple – you’ll never love me. Not in the way I love you. Love shouldn’t be so hard. I’m a pretty girl, many would say, and I can get whoever I want.
See, but that’s the problem. I’m a pretty girl, but I’m nowhere pretty enough to change your preference.

I’m a girl, you’re a girl.

You like boys. I like girls.

I love you. And now it isn’t simple anymore.

I love you, and there’s nothing do about it.

I love you and it’s complicated.

I love you and now I need to learn how not to.

~going back to my perfect reverie.