There is a specific kind of frustration that comes with loving someone so much it actually hurts.I tried to write down all the reasons I should stay away, but my pen kept tracing the shape of your name It turns out, my favorite "hates" are just the things I love most about you. The Struggle : Fighting the butterflies because they make me feel small. The Reality : Realizing that being "small" in your arms is the safest I’ve ever been. The Truth : I couldn't hate you if I tried, because you treat my heart like a gift I didn't know I deserved to give. (I wrote this just for the sake of writing, so don't overthink)