It's complicated, this love thing.
It makes you think of who you are.
It makes you wonder what you need.
It makes you choose sometimes.
It makes you hurt inside often.
It makes you warm when you're all alone.
But love is something we all need.
Something never found with ease.
Something often where least expected.
Something that sneaks up on you.
Something to hold onto when nothing feels right.
It's hard to be in love again.
You have to think, who do I love more?
You have to wonder, how much do I love?
You have to know, how long will it last?
You have to say, those words of such meaning.
I know the answers.
Or at least, I know for me.
I'll never go back.
I love the one I'm with.
She's everything to me.
I may think on the past.
I may still love her.
But I love you more.
I love you more with every passing day.
I can't let you go, but I can let her go.
I hate that I love her, and I hope that she's fleeting.
I won't let her get in the way of what we have.
I wouldn't be with you if I wanted her back.
I love you.
I hope you know that.
