Trying to tell you I love you creates such pressure in my throat.

I have to tell you.

I swallow my owns words.

I need to tell you.

I love you is what I said.

I explained in various details.

You are my comfort and I love you.

I expected the same back when you would tell me under the sun that it was you and me together.

You didn’t lie to me, I just fooled myself into thinking there was a possibility for something never true.