1oo Words on Love, by Anonymous
I give up.
I’m not supposed to love you, but I do.
I love your stupid hair and ridiculous glasses. The weird way you do all the weird stuff you do. I love how you love your kid, how you mow your lawn (what are you wearing?!), and the songs I hear drifting out your window. I even love your wife, because you love her and because you chose her.
Don’t worry, you’ll never know how I feel. We’ll never be together, and I guess that’s okay. But that doesn’t make me want to scream it from the mountaintops any less.
More love, in 100 Words.
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