In a conventional type of way, I love you. And when I say I love you, I mean that I love who you are, I love the way you laugh and how your eyes light up, I love the way your lips curl into a smile when you look at me, I love the way you would sneak glances my way and I the same with you. I love the patience you have for me, and I love that you are you. But at the same time, I'm sad to say that I wish I didn't love you. I may not be in love with you, but I still love you. I've come to love you. I've come to care. And when you're absent, your presence is what I miss. I miss you. And I don't want to.
And I love you,
but I don't want to.
And I'm afraid to say that I love you,
only to hear in response that you don't.