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I am broken. I’ve been abandoned and ignored too many times to still be whole. I don’t trust people anymore, not with something as important as my heart.

You were different. You slipped right through the cracks. I told you things I never meant to tell anyone, things I’d hidden so deep that I had to crawl through the darkness to find them. You brought out a version of me I didn’t know existed anymore. But, you didn’t fix me. I am still broken and now you’re leaving and that’s okay. I’ve been broken before, one more crack won’t kill me. Just please stop asking me if I’m okay. Please stop caring so much. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.
—  “Are you okay?”
Someone told me something today and it made it think of you.
 
“When someone makes you happy, you shouldn’t be afraid to love them.”

You make me extremely happy. The beyond words, nothing else matters, I don’t think I could ever be sad again, kind of happy. Yet, here I am, wasting time because I am scared to admit how in love with you I am. But I don’t want to be scared anymore. I want to love you and I want to spend the rest of my life trying to make you as happy as you make me.
—  If you’ll have me, I’ll be yours. There’s nothing I want more.