We’ve been a part of each other’s lives for quite a while, but the stars just recently aligned for us to become something more than friends. You mean the world to me, and I would do anything to freeze this picture-perfect moment where we’re finally able to caress each other and explore what we’ve both been dreaming of for eternity.<\/p>\n
When I fall in love, it happens quickly, and it happens hard. But I know from past experiences that love doesn’t work this way for everyone. So instead of confessing how I feel for you, I keep telling myself to stuff it deep down inside of me and never let it go.<\/p>\n
I can’t help but love you \u2014 but my brain tells me not to say it just yet.<\/p>\n
I lie awake for hours, replaying every moment of our time together in my head. I hold onto you as you fall asleep, cherishing the moment I hope will never end. My thoughts race as three little words find their way to the tip of my tongue, yet I just can’t find a way to tell you how I feel.<\/p>\n
I know exactly what I’m feeling, but something inside of me keeps saying it’s too soon to tell you what I feel because you may run away in fear. What if it’s too soon? <\/i>Given the way I feel, I don’t want to ruin it all with three silly words.<\/p>\n
I love you so much I feel it in my bones, but I worry that telling you this would ruin what we have.<\/p>\n
We wake up next to each other, then take a moment to just hold hands while we talk about everything and nothing all at once. We share our innermost desires, and I start daydreaming of the future life we could build together. I want to share my life with you entirely, both the good parts and the bad.<\/p>\n
Yet no matter how amazing this all feels, I’m terrified to confess my love and give you any kind of power over me. I worry about you breaking my heart, a heart that I was foolish enough to give. Yet I keep giving you pieces of it anyway, and this confession is no different.<\/p>\n
My feelings for you grow with every breath I take, and it scares me beyond belief. I know I’m falling for you, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t fight it or even slow it down.<\/p>\n
The truth is, I love you\u2026 but I’m too scared to say the words.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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