“In Love”…or not.

Hello Beautiful;

I know that you’re not in love with me. It stings. It’s not that I’m a glutton for punshment and pain. I’m not hanging around hoping to get hurt. I know you’re in a tough place, and you’ve told me you want to try. You and me. Us. You want to give us a chance.

I do too. This is just really hard for me.

I told you I loved you the other day. You said to me, “I don’t know what to say to you when you say that.”

I don’t say it because I expect anything in response. I say it as a gift. I’m telling you how I feel. It must be a mistake. Is this a mistake? You said “I love you” a few times in the past. I know you didn’t mean “in love.” I know that. But now you don’t say “I love you” at all.

To an outsider, I can imaging they would think – the ship has sailed, honey, let him go. Is that what I should do? Let you go? Because you keep saying you want to give this a chance. And that you just need time.