How I think I Know

Your happiness means nearly as much to me as my own. I would do anything to make sure you're happy, even if that meant I had to leave your life in order to fulfill that.

You accept who I am, but through your own actions and personality, inspire me to make changes in myself toward becoming a better person.

I genuinely want to hear your complaints.

I nearly completely trust you, despite knowing that I could get burned.

You listen to and give input on my dumb stories, even though even I realize they aren't very interesting. I want to share everything with you, even if it's not a gripping. I feel more comfortable with you and like myself than with anyone else.

Nothing makes me feel more serene than just being with you.

I love that you're charismatic, outgoing, active, a little bit geeky, enthusiastic, funny, curious, intelligent, inquisitive, can easily relate to anyone, and that my parents and friends love you. I love that we click on so many levels: personality, interests/hobbies, likes, dislikes, humor.

I love when you laugh, smile, confide in me, teach me things, get excited, instinctively spoon me or put your arm around me even when you're asleep, and appreciate my cooking.

I could have walked away long ago, but I have remained optimistic.

You're my best friend.

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But I'm an independent woman.

I've given you the chance and I can't continue without reciprocation. I am waiting for you to be bold but can only wait for so long. Hindsight is a bitch.