I can't say this to you.

This is the cowards way out. I know this. To say this to the universe at large instead of to you. But I can't say this to you. You rented a room in my house This is your home. That is sacred. I will never risk making you feel uncomfortable in your home.

I also fucking love you. I've wanted to kiss you since I saw your face light up like Christmas morning at the freedom to eat ice cream. I could listen to you laugh forever. I love talking with you, even if I'm stuck in my head half the time. Your eyes in the sunlight are stunning. I want to touch you every minute that I'm near you. I can't even look at you sometimes you're so beautiful, and I'm actually mad you don't see yourself as you really are because I have to break my promise to tell you.