Sometimes love, is not having the person you love with you.
Sometimes they're a million miles away and sometimes they're at arm's reach but they're not yours to have, take or keep.
Sometimes being in love means letting go and sometimes it means letting in.
Sometimes it means shouting on rooftops and other times, other times it means not even the person you love knows of your feeling.
It's quite sad actually that all of the mistakes I've made are only mistakes because they're after you.
And it's quite sad that they're also because of you but because of me.
Does that make any sense?
But here's the thing, maybe things don't work out for a reason and that's quite sad too.
I want you to know that I loved you, maybe I still do.
I loved you, not since I've met you but since I started loving you.
Maybe at the flirtatious looks or maybe at the first kiss.
I don't regret and won't ever regret loving you.
And here's the thing about me, I love so deeply so freely sometimes I don't know how to show it.
Sometimes my thoughts are quite messed up, and I don't know what to do or how to do things.
I'm a broken person; into millions of little pieces but when I say that I have feelings for you, know that my soul is every little bit yours.
Know that my body will not say no to you.
Know that even if I'm messed up to the bone, I still hope and even to myself that I'm a good person.