I still want you.
Desperately.
I know it’s wrong.
I know you don’t love me.
I think that you could,
But I don’t have the strength to tell you.
I think we would make a beautiful family.
I think we could have a very strong, healthy relationship.
I KNOW you’re going to make an amazing mother.
But I know it’s not my place to try to change how you feel.
They’re your feelings. Only you know how they feel.
I’ll love our child until the day I die.
Thank you for making me happy.
Thank you for bringing another light into my life.
I’ll be here for anything. I won’t walk away. And I won’t disappoint you. I promise.
I don’t… I don’t want to seem pushy, but I mean, at this point is it being pushy to bring it up?
It’s just… It’s been three days since you’ve said “I love you,” even longer since you’ve said you missed me. I know you’ve only been gone for just under a week, but even then, you were only here for a few hours before you left then.
I try to say it first and you haven’t even responded to those. You just move on to the next thing >.<
Idk. Is it asking too much to get some sort of reassurance of it?
Bleh.
