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I Love You {Honestly}

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In a lifetime, you will say I love you to more people then you can imagine. It will be said many times, heard lots, but only be meant to very few. 

I love you gives you the power to ensure the other that you're committed to what you have whether its a friendship or a relationship. 

Three simple words have never been so double ended, it can be the end of a relationship: "I love you, but it's me, I can't do this " 

Or it can be the start of something: "I love you more then anything"

I love you is understood by everyone, can be spoken in many ways and given the chance everyone would wish for it.

i will love you to the end of time

You taught me to live

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I am in love, but this story is not about that man - its of the one that still holds apart of me - not love but something else entirely. I do not love this man. but I did. 

You left my heart bruised, dazzled and stunned. I know now that our journey was cursed from the start and believe that this was all our own doing. I blame myself for being a foolish. naive girl with a heart too big for her own good. I was 15 when we met online, addicted to social media and talking to strangers was a considered a norm. I recall the night you added me and we conversated about your tattoos for hours.  Fast forward five years and we'd lost contact. A chance text to my entire phonebook with my new number and you popped up in my inbox, you Mr.S. Over the next 6 months we spoke all day, every day, and it was comfortable, you felt familiar. 

The first time you called me you were drunk - walking down the side alley to your house and struggling to find your keys, as you whispered goodbye so to not wake your household you quickly added - "I think you're beautiful" and hung up. For days you went silent, ignored my texts, diverted my calls. I waited patiently for you to come back to me, how could I lose you over this, I needed explanations. Lunchtime at work and my phone rings, Its you. "I'm in your hometown, I need to see you" This man drove 2 hours to see me. I had never met this an but here I was heart fluttering. Another two hours pass and I agree to meet you at a local walking park. First encounters start with hugs, I like that I fitted into your neck so well and that you rested your head on mine like I hoped you would. We walk, chatting and laughing, we sit to rest and you take my hand. The air changes and your face crumbles, words spill from your tender mouth, I lose my breathe.Girlfriend, home, falling apart, falling in love, me. I piece together the mumbled words and the realisation that you broke up with your long term girlfriend back home hits me hard. I cannot be that girl, Ive been the brokenhearted girl on the other side too many times before. You're upset, tears floating down your cheeks, you are beautiful. Your eyes beg me to stay and conclude what mine does too, you love me as I do you. You grab my face and kiss me hard, our love wrapped in tears from both parts. I am guilty of breaking apart a love but I love this man too.

From this day I am yours, there's no labels and I'm not sure how to introduce you but I am carefree and blissfully embracing every moment with you. For the next 6 months your travel to me every weekend, we are 15 again, playing arcade games and going bowling, sharing ice cream and having food fights. The week before Christmas you go cold, silence, 3 hellish days of nothing. I am scared. Finally a text, a long cold text. My heart falls you give no explanations just say you cannot do this anymore. You say that you love me with every inch of your being but you cant explain why you need to end this. I try calling you, my insides screaming don't do this, please. Calls diverted to answer phone. You didn't speak to me for a year. I cried endlessly for you hopelessly and I wonder did you cry for me to? Did you crave our warm embraces and our endless nights? 

Two years later and you are happy and settled, I now know you ended things with me for a new girl in your hometown. That's okay, I have accepted that but you still put too many kisses in your texts to me now, you still call me your grape (I always snacked on them when he was around) and you still call me just to hear my voice as it feels like home. You love your girlfriend, you bought a house with her, but here yet again you crave me. You will always have a hold of me, your voice takes me back to our days, my memories of laying and tracing your tattoos with my fingers for hours, the smell of you lingers but I am not yours anymore. 

I may well always hold a candle for you, but you do not light up my heart anymore, you are a warmth that is comforting but not essential for survival. I hope one day to see your face again and feel your friendly embrace but I can survive if that is not what fate has on the cards for us. I love you Mr.S, for all the moments we shared and all the lessons on love that you taught me. 

Your Grape. xx

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