Sometimes, life gives you some of the most complicated people.
Sometimes you’ll see everything but the complications.
Sometimes you’ll love them with their complications.
I didn’t think this kind of love existed.
I didn’t think this kind of hurt mattered.
I think it matters the most.
It’s the kind of hurt no one pays attention to.
The type you don’t quite expect.
This is the love you can’t help but feel,
Even if the feeling isn’t mutual.
This type of love isn’t intentional.
It isn’t brief.
It’s not full of malice.
It’s pure.
This love is one of the realist,
Because not only is friendship on the line, but love too.
Letting go isn’t easy, it’ll be worth it.
Although you made my heart sing, you also caused me grief.
Letting you go will set my mind straight.
& that I’ll do.
I’m sorry.
S M M.
Love, Lissette.
“I’d never ask you because deep down I’m certain I’d know what you’d say.
You’d say,
“I’m sorry, believe me, I love you... but not in that way.”
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