Dear… Him
I don't understand what the deal is with you. Something about the three words that you jokingly say to me, stir uneasy feelings of anxiousness and confusion. Is it the convenience that makes you attractive? You've already told me what you are, but something within me still chooses to hope. Did you lie? Those 3 words that easily leave your mouth leaves my heart willing and begging to hear them once again. When I say them back, do you understand that it's because that's how I really feel about you? Do I really even feel that way about you? This constant state of being confused tires me, and I'd like everything to be clear, but I'm scared that I'll end up hurt once again.