I'm not sure if I'm in love with you, but what I am sure of is that I definitively love you. I am sad most of the time, and somehow you always make me laugh.
You always make me happy, you are always there for me.
I don't know how you do it, because i am a miserable piece of shit most of the time hahah. But somehow you do, and I adore you for that.
You encourage me to do stuff, to be with people and eat unhealthy food just because I can. An I am so thankful for having you.
You call me beautiful when I feel the ugliest and smart when I feel dumb.
Yet you don't like yourself, I hate that. I wish you could see yourself from my point of view.
Dear person I love, thank you.
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