Late night
the thing that I don't like about feeling like this is. the feeling of unease that comes along with it. i wish that i could say i love you and i do i promise its just that i don't feel the same thing when i look at you but i know its love, i know it is i just don't know exactly what im feeling and that scares me. it scares me that when i look at you i don't feel the rush of joy that i used to i just feel quiet comfort and i can't stop myself from thinking that maybe im making a mistake but i am so so ready to spend the rest of my life with you i just. don't know if i want you to waste the rest of your life on me
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