I wasn't pretending when I said I loved you, that I'd be here for you always no matter what and I'm not pretending now. You genuinely make me happy and I've never loved anyone greater.
This smile is here because of you, the laughter that erupts from my mouth when I read your texts is sincere. You've hurt me in ways I thought you never could, replaced me, and forgotten all the things that drew us to each other in the first place but the feelings are still real.
Do I want to call you and talk about it? Of course but I don't because I care too much for your well-being and not my own. I don't want to add more pressure than you've already got bearing down on you. I don't want to make you sad or upset or stressed. I want to be the source of your happiness, inspiration, and motivation. I want to help not hinder...so instead of telling you about how disgusted I am with the person I've become because of you, I keep myself quiet and suffer in silence, I type my feelings out never to speak them aloud. All for you.
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