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Love letter # 174

I hate romance. It’s stupid.

I say that because I’m afraid. Scared of you, scared of how I feel. The truth is I think about you all the time. I think about you in ways I have never thought about anyone else. I am melted when you touch me. And I want you to think well of me.

If I have pushed you away, made you think I don’t care – I apologise. My pride is a veil for my terror. Suppose I let myself love you and I’m wrong about everything? What then?

Perhaps I will never have the guts to say this out loud but I can write it down: I love you. I don’t know exactly what that means but I know that those three little words have been waiting to burst out of me for quite some time now.

If I ever find the courage to kiss you – you will know that I mean it.