if I counted the ways I love him, I’d count endlessly. He doesn’t know that though. To him words are just words so it would never mean much. But if he’d tell me my hair looked nice I’d die a little bit inside. I love him for so many reasons he may not even recognise. Some of the things he does makes me fall in love a whole lot more each day. He’s so kind and so caring. I want to tell him exactly what I feel, but wanting something doesn’t allow it to be accepted. I have a fear that if I say everything then we may never talk again. But every part of me hopes that he could feel like I can. Love like I do. I feel he has it inside him, but what if it’s not for me?