but then again. i don't wish. i love you, still. that's that. i can live with that, but it's hard knowing the feelings aren't reciprocated. part of me just wishes i could let go. you fill my thoughts for a good majority of the day, and even when my mind isn't on you, i just long for your company, your arms around mine. i always used to be the one who moved on first, who'd be able to cope well with breakups. i was fine, i found it so easy to replace one with another. but now, there's you. and i can honestly say, i want to spend the rest of my life with you, i want kids, to grow old with you by my side. i don't necessarily want us to be together now. it's like, i'll stay at yours, and it will be amazing, and i don't want to stop that, not at all. but then, the next few days, i just miss you so much. then it gets to the end of the week, and i don't know when i'll see you next, and i just want to be with you again, and we don't talk as much. i just love you. jacinta rose. it's that sort of love that is so deep it hurts, that's burned into the fibre of my skin. and it's fucking horrible at the same time, because you don't feel the same way, and there's this promise of maybe in the future. and i just don't know. all i know is i love you, but it hurts, and it makes me so so sad sometimes.