I love him. But, love is a funny thing. Sometimes, people
speak of love and don't mean it; sometimes they do mean it
and never say it...
And so many people think it's fucked up... it's hopeless.
But I don't think so.

I love him. Not just for everything he is, but for
everything he isn't. How his smile, his laugh, can make life
seem worth living; how his misery brings me to the edges of
hell...
And the fact that he loved me not too long ago.
And he might still love me now.

I love him. Words can not describe how I feel about him. He
makes me real; when I'm around him I'm me and I'm accepted
for just being me.
I'm loved for just being me.
And I wish he knew how I felt.....

I love him.