Simply...

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                       I love you.
Enough to not bend your will to mine.
To allow you to be you and still be fine.
                       I love you.

Regardless of your size or wandering eyes,
perspectives, flaws, or political ties...
Sexual orientation or secrets that you kept under the guise...
of little white lies.
                      I love you.

Even when the resentment that you contain
overwhelms your being and spews forth on me pain.
When the tone of your voice makes it clear
that I am your last, but first Never again, choice.
                      I love you.

However, it is important for you to know...
                That I love me too.

I won't infringe on your happiness, nor treat you cruel.
I won't wish ill will upon you, nor talk down to you like a fool.
I will completely accept you... for you.
                      Love you?  I do.

Enough to let you go.
Enough to let you in.
Enough to not be spiteful when a new life you begin...
without me.

See, I love you...

And the same way that I love you...

                                              I love me too.


~Flowriter