like an idiot, I'm in love. I'm idiotic in the way I love - not that to be in love is to be an idiot.
I want him more than he has time or inclination to want me. And there is my folly. I need stronger pride that says, like it used to, "if you do not love me, that is all i need in order to know that it will not work, and I should let go."
It's not very complicated, but seen through the haze and looming shadows of past events, I think it must be. So I reach out to him and hope. But it's not.
It is not complicated.
He likes me, but he does not love me, and that is all I need to know it will not work, and I should let him go.
Can you tell I'm trying to convince myself?
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