you make me think of fairy tales
You’ve become the most amazing person I’ve ever known all in the course of a couple months. It gives me butterflies every time we talk, and it makes me laugh like a young girl in love for the first time. Sometimes I think about the things you say for days at a time, and it secretly makes me smile to know that I’ve inspired them.
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I want so badly to say those sorts of things about you. I’ve blindly handed you my heart, yet not even you know. I want to tell you how much you really mean to me, though I haven’t got the words or the courage to tell you. And if I did, I doubt you’d hear me. It hardly seems like you listen to what I say in the first place. Of course, this probably isn’t true. In reality, you probably do hear me. I just doubt you make sense of my words all the time. I know I send you so many mixed messages; I hate myself for that. Then again I hate the fact that I’ve actually fallen so hard for you. I know you say that you love me, and every time you say that, I feel like I‘m holding forever in my hands, unsure of what to do with it. In my mind, I keep telling myself that you don’t know lust from love. It seems to make me feel stronger for some obscure reason. But I do know that, no matter what I tell myself, there is a part of me that will always love you because you gave me courage to take a jump I never would’ve taken otherwise. I also know that if I ever wanted to take that jump with you again, you’d take it. I’m just not sure if we’d catch ourselves this time.
[This blog had nothing to do with fairy tales, but the people who inspired it always remind me of fairy tales. You have my apologies if this didn't make sense to you. D: Thank you for reading though.]
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I want so badly to say those sorts of things about you. I’ve blindly handed you my heart, yet not even you know. I want to tell you how much you really mean to me, though I haven’t got the words or the courage to tell you. And if I did, I doubt you’d hear me. It hardly seems like you listen to what I say in the first place. Of course, this probably isn’t true. In reality, you probably do hear me. I just doubt you make sense of my words all the time. I know I send you so many mixed messages; I hate myself for that. Then again I hate the fact that I’ve actually fallen so hard for you. I know you say that you love me, and every time you say that, I feel like I‘m holding forever in my hands, unsure of what to do with it. In my mind, I keep telling myself that you don’t know lust from love. It seems to make me feel stronger for some obscure reason. But I do know that, no matter what I tell myself, there is a part of me that will always love you because you gave me courage to take a jump I never would’ve taken otherwise. I also know that if I ever wanted to take that jump with you again, you’d take it. I’m just not sure if we’d catch ourselves this time.
[This blog had nothing to do with fairy tales, but the people who inspired it always remind me of fairy tales. You have my apologies if this didn't make sense to you. D: Thank you for reading though.]
