now is the time i tell you the truth.

i’ve sensed the changes within you as of late.

i’ve sensed you withdraw.

the concern has grown on your face.

you know you love me, but you’re scared. you’re concerned. you’re worried that i am going to get hurt and that my actions

my choices

are going to bring me pain.

you’ve told me so, over and over again. and you always have. you have always told me not to reach out, not to send, you’ve always given me advice

and i have, for our entire relationship, always done the exact opposite.

weird, right?

because of that, you think i don’t trust you. you think i don’t believe you. you think i don’t listen to you.

and you have every reason to believe this. because i don’t listen to you. at all.

i don’t listen to you because when it comes to love, you believe

that loving people is painful.

and you’re convinced that doing less of it will relieve you of your pain.

so, you’ve been doing it less. a little less every day, this whole semester.

but has it brought you peace?

is your life less painful?

it’s silly because you are such a romantic.

you write and sing only about romance.

you’ve spent your entire life trying to crack the code.

except you already have.

you told me the answer.

you were the first one to do so.

you described a relationship that was unlike anything you had ever known before.

you described being in an immense amount of pain about it.

you explained how in every other relationship, you’ve felt unsure.

and that is certainly true. even with me, the person who has told you more often than anyone, who has proven to you more times than anyone that they love you, who has always come back, who has always stayed, even with me

you have always doubted that i loved you.

you’ve always doubted that anyone loves you.

well guess what.

i do love you.

i always have.

i always will.

and it’s about time you start believing me.