
it’s an incredibly intimate thing to fall in love with someone and never tell them to hold that truth while knowing they probably felt it, maybe even knew it, without ever saying it out loud to know that one day you’ll say “fuck it” and admit that, a long time ago, you were in love with them but until then, you sit with it alone, thinking about what it was a love that existed entirely because you were strong enough to carry it without asking it to be returned and that kind of love never really goes away






















