I wanted those moments - few and far between as they were. I wanted whatever time and affection you could give me. No matter what it cost me. It felt like I could find comfort in you. And maybe we weren't each other's first choice, you know? But I was glad that I was somewhere on the list. I let it happen again and again, more times than I can even count.
You wanted to keep things casual, you wanted to keep me at arm's length. You leaned on me. I cared about you so much. I can't explain it, but, I've seen the best and the worst of you... and I love you. I love the way you can tell me what I'm thinking. I love the way you tell a story, drawing me in. I love you for all the times you convinced me, with a stupid joke, or even just a look... to stop taking myself so seriously and just enjoy my life. Nothing could ever make me regret the way I feel about you.
What I feel for you isn't a negative thing. It makes me better, it makes my life better. That's what I've been trying to say: That love is never wrong, even when it grows in the worst conditions, with no encouragement..