Your words are not kind when you talk to me. I guess you dont like me. You might even hate me. But I dont mind. Because I see you. I see you’re hurt, I see you’ve loved, I see you’re scared. I know I can’t fix what is broken, but I care a lot about you, so I will try, even if I’ll fail. You’re worth the effort and you matter to me. I’ll just be some piece of furniture in your weird life. One that will always be there. And please, don’t be scared or worry that someday I’ll tell you I love you. I won’t. I’ll show you.
by Lo Galant
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