When I say, “I love you,” it’s not because I want you or because I can’t have you.
It has nothing to do with me.
I love what you are, what you do, how you try.
I’ve seen your kindness and your strength.
I’ve seen the best and the worst of you.
And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are.
You’re a hell of a person.
I hate when my parents make me confirm things that have been going on for a long ass time.
"Is Tony taking you to work? Because dad won’t be home until 5."
"Call him to confirm."
I am so fucking excited.
Hardly, but I appreciate the question!