Please don’t tell him.

Only if I truly loved myself could I feel loved by him without faking my love.

I don't love him. I don't love him. I don't love him.

Until now, I haven't said this out loud,

because I want him to love me, because I am selfish.

If only the feeling of being loved wasn't so satisfying,

if only it didn't make me feel superior,

I would love him too.

But I don't.

I wish I could, but I don't.

I don't wish on telling you this.

I don't want you to stop.