I've been trying to show you. Everytime I get close you pull back. Once in a while you open up and show me you have the same interests, same depthness and the same outlook on the world. You were hurt by people, damaged just like me. You carry weight of the world on you. It was brief when we met, but I knew.
Yes I don't know you that well, but that façade that you put up, I see right through it! Because what you showed when the door cracked open a little was real! Fuck this representation of masculinity, fuck what the outside world thinks of you. I don't fucking care how rich or poor you are, I don't care about your status. When I say I like you, I mean it with my heart.
I don't care about performance, I don't care about sex, I don't even care about the heaviness or hardships that you carry in private; I can handle that and want to handle that if you leave me in. You don't need to protect me, I just want you in my life: YOU.
So tell me the truth. Do you want love? Do you think you don't deserve love? Don't you want me? I've been through my share of rejection. I have been outcasted most time of my life and worked twice as hard to be who I am today. Stop with all the running, stop with ghosting the moment it gets hard, because I won't leave you. This shit has been me learning new languange in private. Confess or reject me, I won't break.
For the last fucking time, I am not with anyone else, I am choosing you, but you don't even give me the chance to tell you that, I can read you like a book like I do with everyone, who cares? I am tired of playing games.
The truth is what sets us free, and when one move in truth you no longer have to seek it.