Ik ga denk ik misschien wel vanaf nu wat dingetjes posten die ik weleens schrijf, je zou het wellicht als gedichten kunnen zien, of gewoon mooie (nou ja ik vind ze dan best mooi) stukjes tekst

And he would say ‘Yes, always, always loved you, but too afraid to tell you, too afraid of losing you. ‘
And I would be deliriously happy finally after waiting so long, knowing but what was the point when he did not say it out loud.
My biggest wish fullfilled by his words
‘Love you, always have, could just not stand it, too afraid’
And then my heart would burst, it would explode, ‘Yes, always loved you, but now it is too late, much too late….’