I saw these boxes and thought of you.

But things with you are complicated. To say the least.

You started of as someone I saw around. No big. You became someone I liked talking to. You became a friend. And then it got complicated.

We don’t see each other often, but when we do, I hear the same things from you. “Beautiful.” “Gorgeous.” “Intelligent.”
But I know there’s someone else. That doesn’t matter, you keep it up. Eventually, there isn’t someone else anymore.

You tell me all the things a girl wants to hear, over and over. And everything about you has me going crazy, in the good way. You tell me, “It won’t ever work…” and it crushes me. I want to give up on you. But you’re an addiction. We keep talking, but I’m grieving.

I didn’t expect it, but now, you’re saying maybe you love me.
Love? I tell you that you don’t, that I want you to, just don’t do something you’ll regret. But you persist, you always were stubborn. You say that now, “We’ll make it work”.

I want to love you.