I never meant to annoy you. I never meant to trauma dump. I never meant to do anything to hurt you. I feel like only you hear me, so I have to tell you everything I know and feel. Because if I don’t, i feel like I might never get that chance again. The chance to be understood as to understand is something I never had until I met you. You have brightened my day so many times. We don’t talk everyday, and life gets busy. Yet, I still love you. I can’t comprehend these feeling I have for you. I’m still trying to figure out why I love you so much. I genuinely worry for you as much as you worry for me. I pray every night that you feel better when I found out you aren’t feeling better. I think of you constantly. It’s like an addiction I can’t control. I’ve noticed how attached I am. So I try and distance myself, but I feel like I’m being mean. I never meant to mean. I just love you. Please, live with love. Embrace the pain, the frailty, and the moments so unbearably shameful, forgive yourself again and again, endlessly because everything begins from there. I love you. Yes, it’s valeria