I think I loved too much.

Until it doesn't matter if he will be mine in the end.

As long as he's happy.

Just every little thing he does makes me smile for hours.

Most of the time just looking at his face makes my day.

He doesn't have to open his mouth.

He doesn't even have to smile.

I don't know.

So confusing.

Yet his presence eases my heart.

Helps me keep going and helps me know that I can get through this.