What you are putting me through is emotional trauma.
And I am scared.
I am scared we might end.
I do not want that.
But I am tired.
I am tired of trying to find us in this pride’s fog that we have made.
And I’ve never loved you this much.
The way I love you now, I can’t believe I didn’t feel any of this at the beginning.
And I remember how the day I accepted you, I planned to call it off the following day.
But I couldn’t.
Something held me on.
And gradually, as a slowly as the morning sun bids the west farewell, chasing the east, I began to fall.
And every sound of your voice became a setting sun, with golden rays splashed across endless horizons.
I love you.
No, I am in love with you.
Even though sometimes I feel we are wrong, I can’t leave.
Because I am caught in your web of love.
No matter how tired I am of this fight.
I am loving you still.
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