i hate that i love you even the slightest bit.

every time you talk i can’t help but listen. every time you make a joke i laugh, and i can’t help but continue to love you. i didn’t think i could love this much, but here i am acting like you hold my heart, but you do in theory, because that’s how much i love you. i want to give you everything you want, no matter the cost or toll on me. i wanted you to love me. i wanted to give you children, but i guess someone else’s kids will have the same brown eyes i’ve fallen in love with because i love you enough to let you go. i can’t give you everything you’ve wanted because you want a woman, and i’m not a woman. you need more than me. you need more than i can give you, and at the end of the day you won’t be a sour memory or someone who i look back upon and cry about. you’ll just be the boy i love and miss, the boy i want back, the boy who i thought i would marry. my boy.