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And so I pose my original question. Do you love me? No, do you really love me? Do you love me despite the number of times I’ve flung your heart at the wall? Do you you love me despite how terrified of being loved I am? Do you love me in spite of me?

And if you do, will you tell me about it? Because if you really love me, in a love-you-on-rainy-Tuesday, love-you-when-you’re-being-impossible, love-you-more-because-of-everything-we’ve-been-through kind of way, I need to know.
A Letter To The Boy Who Says That He Loves Me | Thought Catalog (via apoetsprose)

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I’m only quiet because I’m worried that if you push me too far, one day I will open my mouth and I will scream so loudly, it will shatter and break the whole world.
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I want to feel it,
the breathtaking certainty,
that comes when you’re loved.

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson

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