The truth?
I love you.
A lot.
There is something about your presence I can’t put my finger on.
When you are around,
I feel alive and happier,
I laugh a little louder,
I smile a little wider,
Sometimes I lose track of time
Over our long conversations.
You are not like everyone else.
You are different
In a good way.
That gives me the courage
To be comfortable with myself.
And that my love, is the truth…