Messages

Sometimes, I write messages to you that are paragraphs and paragraphs long. I spend hours pouring out my heart to you. And then in an instant, I remember that even if I tell you of the purest and most raw emotions and the most powerful feelings I have for you, it won't make you love me. It won't make you change your mind because you have already made up your mind. That I am not the person that you want. So I delete it. Instead of sharing with you my deepest desires and feelings I swallow my pride and remind myself, that if you wanted me, you would have me.