I almost thought for a 

moment that I did not 

love you. That I somehow 

managed to miss the 

boomerang I threw a 

long time ago. That I 

stepped over this hole, 

that I leapt over this 

river, that I somehow

learned how to fly and 

left you way behind. 

 

I did not. 

 

I thought I had done 

those things because 

the love I have for you 

is not the kind I am used 

to. You do not make me 

jittery. You do not make 

me excited or anxious or 

make me confuse my left 

foot with my right. You do 

not give me butterflies, 

because you know that I 

hate bugs and that their 

little legs would make me 

run the other way. 

 

You got me to actually stay- 

and not to leave. You did 

something only one other 

person has ever done before. 

 

You saw me trip over my 

words and cross my eyes- 

and you smiled. You saw 

my weird ways of writing 

the letters in my name and 

you said you could read 

them perfectly fine. You 

laughed at my dumb jokes 

and told me they were too 

dumb to be funny. You read

the words I had written for 

the people who broke me 

before I met you, and you 

felt empathy, but not pity. 

 

You saw the parts of me 

that I was so used to being

criticized for, and told me 

that it was beautiful. That 

it was what made me, me. 

I guess part of the reason 

I did not think I would start 

to care for you, is because 

I never tried to impress you. 

I never looked at you, never 

thought to myself “oh, there

is an opportunity”, and took it. 

I acted around you the way 

I would act around a mirror, 

and you appreciated who I 

was better than any reflection 

I had ever seen. 

 

I have never loved myself 

more than when I am around 

you. Not because I am at all

any different, but because 

I am not. I do not have to 

be different with you- who 

I am is enough to satisfy 

whatever relationship we 

have. Who I am is enough 

to satisfy me- I do not need 

you in order to be complete.  

 

And I thank you for that,

because I am aware that I 

can not have you and I do 

not want to try and take you. 

You are not something to be 

stolen, but someone who 

deserves to be adored and 

appreciated the way you have 

appreciated me. And if the 

person who makes you feel 

that way, happens to not be 

me, that is perfectly fine. I am 

glad someone will love you. 

 

You deserve to be loved.