The alone kind of Love
His smile makes my stomach turn.
His laugh makes my whole heart soar.
His whole self makes me feel alive and okay.
I love him.
And not the one day, hard crush kind of love, but the all consuming, forever love.
But he wasn't mine to love. He will never be mine to fall for.
What hurts the most is that he never loved me.
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